Been Rich Baby Money (Ft. Tay B)

[Intro: Tay B]
(Beatgang)
Yeah, all facts, lil' nigga
Easy Money shit, nigga
Ayy

[Verse 1: Baby Money]
Two Cullinans and a lamb chop
We blam opps, ain't felt no pain since my mans died
Fuck a Drac', I put a switch on my tan Glock
Ten Cuban links on, I bet I stand out

[Verse 2: Tay B]
Huh, dick suckin' before the hoes, niggas fanned out
Y'all was rich for a year, that pape' ran out
Give lil' bro a hundred when they let my mans out
This bitch ain't wanna let me fuck, I bet I can now

[Verse 3: Baby Money]
Yeah, pull your pants down
They close Saks when I walk in, don't need no damn stylist
Ballin', Celine headbands, bitch, I'm Ben Wallace
My shooter pickin' pape' up, the opps still droppin'
It's fuck 12, but tell them niggas that I been coppin'

[Verse 4: Tay B]
We been coppin', been rich, bitch, we been crunchin'
You can go and ask your ho, she been dick suckin'
How you send a hundrеd shots and you don't hit nothin'?
How you fuck a hundred niggas and ain't get nothin'?
I just came in your mouth, I can't kiss nothin'
You don't buy your bitch shit, I know that bitch fuckin'
Fivе carats each ear, I feel like Crumbles
If you bring a bitch with you, then I might touch you