Yeah Skilla Baby, Tay B & Baby Money
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[Intro: Skilla Baby, Tay B & Baby Money]
Huh?
All facts, lil' nigga (Trigga, turn me up)
We eat the most, all facts
'Fits was way more than three G's, though
Yeah (Huh?), easy money shit
Y'all hear that shit
On the yeah side, I guess
Go
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Every time I'm out of town, you know I come yeah (Yeah)
Baby just asked me do I wanna fuck? Yeah (Yeah)
Every chain on me cost a hundred bucks, yeah (Yeah)
They wonder when I shoot, should the opps duck? Yeah (Yeah)
Wrist bust, yeah (Yeah), is this a Patek? Yeah (Yeah)
Ice crushed in all pointers for my lil' yeah (Yeah)
My bitch bad, yeah (Yeah), pussy wet, yeah (Yeah)
I'm out of town somewhere shoppin' with my lil' yeah (Yeah, huh?)
[Verse 1: Tay B]
Is that a Patek? Yeah, is it bust? Yeah
Is that that watch that cost a couple hundred bucks? Yeah
Three links, two Cubans, not enough, yeah
You can't buy this shit, you ain't got enough, yeah
I'm not Omarion, but I'll get you touched, yeah
So many chickens in the crib, it look like guts, yeah
Last year was one-point-two, I made some bucks, yeah
You can say I made a hundred thousand every month, yeah
Come and fuck a rich nigga, I'll turn you up, yeah
Skilla bought a chain, he could've bought a Bentley truck, yeah
You fuck me, you fuck cuz, but keep it on the hush, yeah
We got pointers in our chain, boy, your diamonds lookin' crushed, yeah
Huh?
All facts, lil' nigga (Trigga, turn me up)
We eat the most, all facts
'Fits was way more than three G's, though
Yeah (Huh?), easy money shit
Y'all hear that shit
On the yeah side, I guess
Go
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Every time I'm out of town, you know I come yeah (Yeah)
Baby just asked me do I wanna fuck? Yeah (Yeah)
Every chain on me cost a hundred bucks, yeah (Yeah)
They wonder when I shoot, should the opps duck? Yeah (Yeah)
Wrist bust, yeah (Yeah), is this a Patek? Yeah (Yeah)
Ice crushed in all pointers for my lil' yeah (Yeah)
My bitch bad, yeah (Yeah), pussy wet, yeah (Yeah)
I'm out of town somewhere shoppin' with my lil' yeah (Yeah, huh?)
[Verse 1: Tay B]
Is that a Patek? Yeah, is it bust? Yeah
Is that that watch that cost a couple hundred bucks? Yeah
Three links, two Cubans, not enough, yeah
You can't buy this shit, you ain't got enough, yeah
I'm not Omarion, but I'll get you touched, yeah
So many chickens in the crib, it look like guts, yeah
Last year was one-point-two, I made some bucks, yeah
You can say I made a hundred thousand every month, yeah
Come and fuck a rich nigga, I'll turn you up, yeah
Skilla bought a chain, he could've bought a Bentley truck, yeah
You fuck me, you fuck cuz, but keep it on the hush, yeah
We got pointers in our chain, boy, your diamonds lookin' crushed, yeah
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