Yea
(Niggas can't fuck with Baby E)
(If I ain't makin $, I'm with JValley)
Bae I got a question, tell me what's your salary?
You a work of art you belong in a gallery
We could run it up, burn a lot of calories
Keep broke shit away (achoo), I got allergies
Gettin' too much money is that why these niggas mad at me?
Too turnt up, yea that's the way I had to be
They going out bad, out sad, what a tragedy
Top notch bitches I don't fuck with hoes that's raggedy
Can't you see baby girl that's why I'm fuckin' with you
Green twenties, pink fifties, and the hunnids is blue
One day you'll be my bitch and I'ma run it by you
New shoes, new bag, I might get you a coupe
Put you on something new give you residuals too
You don't gotta say you feeling me I'm feeling you too
Take a dip in the jacuzzi and a swim in the pool
Order take out smoke a blunt with it too
Pop a clase azul and get drunk with it too
You could bring your best friend she gon' fuck with it too
Bae you fuck with a gangsta, a gentleman too
Careful when you fuck with me get stuck like some glue
It's money on the phone I'm pickin' up every time
Know I need every penny, but I ain't droppin' no dimes
If I ain't pickin' off your plate, why you picking off mine?
I swear that pussy do voodoo lil baby still on my mind
When I look up in the past I came a long way
R.I.P. the dead homies I miss 'em all day
You postin' jewelry on the gram but it's all fake
Cut my grass I looked down, it was all snakes
'Geesy finna pick me up ten times if I fall aye
Lil baby know I got some long dick and some long pape'
Brought some molly with me fuck her right we made a whole tape
Nut up in her mouth, all he tasted was some Colgate
Rack flipper, cash getter, tryna grab niggas
I ain't tryna squabble, ain't no blicky, I'ma stab niggas
You know we gon' stand on bidness like a bidness man
Peanut butter Gen-5 spinnin' like the ceiling fan
Who need it? huh aye
We on they block buttons on us, yeah we tryna kill a demon huh aye
Spin they block, double back, they tryna hell that nigga breathin'
But it's too late
All these niggas too fake, but pop it like they shoot K's
You know I got that water boy that Bobby Boucher
I just made a hunnid twenty thousand off of two plays
Play with us you know we on your top we on your toupee
I been tryna been since a jit not no 2K
This dope will make a nigga jump back and fix a tooth ache
That pussy bomb ass hell, that's my baby that's my boo thang
Ooh, dang
