[Intro: Baby Money]
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
[Chorus: Baby Money]
Yeah, I get a pleasure out them P's, she look pretty in Ricky
Trap in the country, we them niggas in the city with chickens
You think that lil' money somethin'? It get big when you risk it
You in the field? Well, let's see how niggas feel when I blitz 'em
Starter kit when I touch down, a seal and a pistol
Fill your body up with lead like you got killed with a pencil
I got gwallas in the feds I ain't gon' see 'til they sixty
Go ghost and pop up just to see if they miss me
[Verse 1: Veeze]
Yeah, right now, I'm on the run, nigga, killin' Balenci'
Girl tryin' on my Rick joggers, squeezin' up in 'em
I'm a young dirty dealer, I might cop a chinchilla
I don't want your ho, nigga, we put pills up in her
This a mob boss vibe, steak, shrimp for dinner
Yeah, my head coach vibe, one call, they blitzin'
Nigga swear we got problems, I don't even know the nigga
Tell the guys put a pint in the coffin with me
On that weird fan shit, be done fanned the nigga
Fangirl askin' me what type of pants these is
Hot as hell, scoop a hundred out the baggage claim
Drop a nigga right on camera like a highlight tape
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
[Chorus: Baby Money]
Yeah, I get a pleasure out them P's, she look pretty in Ricky
Trap in the country, we them niggas in the city with chickens
You think that lil' money somethin'? It get big when you risk it
You in the field? Well, let's see how niggas feel when I blitz 'em
Starter kit when I touch down, a seal and a pistol
Fill your body up with lead like you got killed with a pencil
I got gwallas in the feds I ain't gon' see 'til they sixty
Go ghost and pop up just to see if they miss me
[Verse 1: Veeze]
Yeah, right now, I'm on the run, nigga, killin' Balenci'
Girl tryin' on my Rick joggers, squeezin' up in 'em
I'm a young dirty dealer, I might cop a chinchilla
I don't want your ho, nigga, we put pills up in her
This a mob boss vibe, steak, shrimp for dinner
Yeah, my head coach vibe, one call, they blitzin'
Nigga swear we got problems, I don't even know the nigga
Tell the guys put a pint in the coffin with me
On that weird fan shit, be done fanned the nigga
Fangirl askin' me what type of pants these is
Hot as hell, scoop a hundred out the baggage claim
Drop a nigga right on camera like a highlight tape
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