- Lil Baby Money 歌詞
- Lil Baby
- Cook that shit up Quay
Four Pockets Full yeah, Four Pockets Full yeah
Four Pockets Full yeah, Four Pockets Full yeah
Faded, Im on that sizzurp
Then Ima light my spliff up
Im a big dog, yall niggas teacups
On the jet gettin brain with my feet up
I dont bite my tongue, Ima speak up
Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up
No deer but a nigga got big bucks
Stayed down on my grind and I came up
Bitch I dont milly rock, I get the money
I got two bitches with me tryna jump me
Remember them old heads wouldnt front me
Im shittin on em, got em holdin they stomach
That paper on me, gettin it in by the bundle
The things they dream about a nigga done done it
Them bitches was stiff on the kid, they was frontin
Now Im stickin dick all in they stomach
Drip season nigga, shout out to Gunna
No pussy in me but they know how Im comin
Drop a bag and hell be dead in the morning
Headshots, I aint sending no warnings
We dont shoot at houses, we hit a target
They know Im throwed off, they see Im a target
No back and forth, we aint doin no walkin
I stand on my words, I aint doin no barkin
Faded, Im on that sizzurp
Then Ima light my spliff up
Im a big dog, yall niggas teacups
On the jet gettin brain with my feet up
I dont bite my tongue, Ima speak up
Send a hit, watch them youngniggas eat up
No deer but a nigga got big bucks
Stayed down on my grind and I came up
Came up on them niggas, didnt it
Hundred racks on me, Ima spend it
This aint a coat, nigga this Givenchy
Thousand pounds, me and Ced split it
Free Lil Steve, screamin fuck the system
Dog I aint know that was your sister
If I knew I still woulda hit her
Goin crazy on them niggas, woah
Got the streets in a finger fold
Your baby mama got a deep throat
I aint kiddin, I dont tell jokes
Who want beef , I want all the smoke
Im ballin on these niggas, check the score
Flexin on the Gram with your bro
Your bitch told me everything I know
Diss me nigga, you gon get exposed
Faded, Im on that sizzurp
Then Ima light my spliff up
Im a big dog, yall niggas teacups
On the jet gettin brain with my feet up
I dont bite my tongue, Ima speak up
Send a hit, watch them young niggas eat up
No deer but a nigga got big bucks
Stayed down on my grind and I came up
Came up, came up on them niggas
I got digits, I got commas, I got figures
We got sticks, we got choppers, we got MACs
We aint goin for that
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