[Intro]
Hmm-hmm-hmm
You know what I’m sayin'? Baby Money boss, Lil Money life
This ain't a lifestyle (Love hurts), this shit is life (Woah)
88, wait
Poppin', woah
(Yeah)
[Chorus]
I'm steppin' in Rickies, just bought her Balenci', the girl give me hickies, oh yeah (Woo)
Had to flee out the city, she say that she miss me but nah, I ain't got time to lay up
I go New York City, had to up my digits, got millions on millions, gettin' richer
Yeah, the bands came bigger, go jailbreak kitted, I'm fuckin' up the streets goin' missin'
I've been feelin' well, my ice on well, got bales on bales, oh yeah
She go Celine, Chanеl, you know that's my girl, she'd pop it well (Woah)
Baby Money ball, you can tеll, go Johnny Manziel, I’ll wish you well (Yeah)
And none of my niggas gon' tell (Huh)
And all of my dope gon' sell
[Verse]
Tim Tebow the bitch on her knees
The ho want cheese, but I paid my fee
My swag Japanese, just check my receipts
My whips ain't leased, they all for me
Got a real bad bitch, she need a leash
Bust a real young ho, she a real deal treesh
Tomato, tomato, I got it, capeesh?
BM, top dollar, don't gotta compete
Yeah, me and my dogs, we all gon' eat
Just hit your thot, asked her what she need
My shirt's cashmere and my chain gon' swing
Yeah, I'm ridin' with a .30 on me (Yeah)
Big Five, bangin' my league (Grrah)
All my hoes elite
All my shows sold out
Baby Money trappin' where we at
Hmm-hmm-hmm
You know what I’m sayin'? Baby Money boss, Lil Money life
This ain't a lifestyle (Love hurts), this shit is life (Woah)
88, wait
Poppin', woah
(Yeah)
[Chorus]
I'm steppin' in Rickies, just bought her Balenci', the girl give me hickies, oh yeah (Woo)
Had to flee out the city, she say that she miss me but nah, I ain't got time to lay up
I go New York City, had to up my digits, got millions on millions, gettin' richer
Yeah, the bands came bigger, go jailbreak kitted, I'm fuckin' up the streets goin' missin'
I've been feelin' well, my ice on well, got bales on bales, oh yeah
She go Celine, Chanеl, you know that's my girl, she'd pop it well (Woah)
Baby Money ball, you can tеll, go Johnny Manziel, I’ll wish you well (Yeah)
And none of my niggas gon' tell (Huh)
And all of my dope gon' sell
[Verse]
Tim Tebow the bitch on her knees
The ho want cheese, but I paid my fee
My swag Japanese, just check my receipts
My whips ain't leased, they all for me
Got a real bad bitch, she need a leash
Bust a real young ho, she a real deal treesh
Tomato, tomato, I got it, capeesh?
BM, top dollar, don't gotta compete
Yeah, me and my dogs, we all gon' eat
Just hit your thot, asked her what she need
My shirt's cashmere and my chain gon' swing
Yeah, I'm ridin' with a .30 on me (Yeah)
Big Five, bangin' my league (Grrah)
All my hoes elite
All my shows sold out
Baby Money trappin' where we at
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