12th Street Baby Money

[Intro]
(Bless it up, Ty)
Uh
(Flexin' on that bitch, hold up)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ain't tryna be around her, I already hit it
They been steppin' 'fore I knew 'em, they already with it
I seen this shit before it happened, it was on The Simpsons
We known for gettin' money and we fuck the baddest bitches
Buyin' bags, 'member spending my last to get it
Then I gave a bitch my heart and she stabbed me in it
It's a hundred in the car and this bag is sixty
After we run through this load, they gon' flag the city

[Verse 1]
I drop bags and ship 'em, fuck 'round, crash the Bentley
The Glock and nina, it look better when it had extensions
To tell the truth, I was happy when I had no chicken
New clothes, new bitches, still standin' on business
Peep her
I can tell she tryna play that role, I'ma teach you
Banging off the hip, nigga, I should get a beeper
Email you a brick like you tryna get a feature
Billy & Mandy in the whip, nigga, I came with the reaper
Take a nigga bitch, if I find her, then I keep her
Only time you niggas gettin' fresh is on Easter
Thirty thousand cash, all he bought was the t-shirt
You hatin' from the crowd, I start shootin' in the bleachers