[Intro]
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do them like that?)
[Chorus: Baby Money]
Moncler bubbles for the times we ain't have shit
This that Baby Los that did cash flips
This that Baby Los that drink Actavis
Put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
Forty thousand in my pants, I ain't flash shit
Niggas keep asking 'bout the 'Vette, bitch, we crashed it
Come and fuck one of my niggas, get your ass did
Happily hoppin' on that road got me mad rich
[Verse 1: Baby Money]
Yeah, park the foreigns when we slide, we in fast whips
It's twenty-one inside my block, this my savage
We get one-twenty a pop without asking
So why buy a Gucci shirt without the jacket?
Fuck a heart, I don't love no bitch, I lovе fashion
A nigga violate the gang, get his flag took
Evеn if it's Halloween, we still masked up
Now every time a nigga die, they come ask us
Yeah, this that Baby Los asking for dollars
I was fucked up, they know I'd be a problem
That 550 blue, I used to drive inside a Honda
A matte black coupe, bitches screaming out, "Wakanda"
I'm 'bout to fuck the city up, I'm Kwame
I caught something out the blue, a body
He said he took something from Los? He lyin'
I put a lot of niggas on, so they ridin'
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do them like that?)
[Chorus: Baby Money]
Moncler bubbles for the times we ain't have shit
This that Baby Los that did cash flips
This that Baby Los that drink Actavis
Put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
Forty thousand in my pants, I ain't flash shit
Niggas keep asking 'bout the 'Vette, bitch, we crashed it
Come and fuck one of my niggas, get your ass did
Happily hoppin' on that road got me mad rich
[Verse 1: Baby Money]
Yeah, park the foreigns when we slide, we in fast whips
It's twenty-one inside my block, this my savage
We get one-twenty a pop without asking
So why buy a Gucci shirt without the jacket?
Fuck a heart, I don't love no bitch, I lovе fashion
A nigga violate the gang, get his flag took
Evеn if it's Halloween, we still masked up
Now every time a nigga die, they come ask us
Yeah, this that Baby Los asking for dollars
I was fucked up, they know I'd be a problem
That 550 blue, I used to drive inside a Honda
A matte black coupe, bitches screaming out, "Wakanda"
I'm 'bout to fuck the city up, I'm Kwame
I caught something out the blue, a body
He said he took something from Los? He lyin'
I put a lot of niggas on, so they ridin'
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