[Intro: Babyfxce E]
(T Major goin' crazy)
Yeah
Yeah
I can't keep track of what I'm making, I keep on spending money (Come on)
You find they block, send it to bro, 'cause he gon' spin it for me (Nigga)
I don't give my time to these hoes, so if I did, you lucky (Bitch)
I fucked 'em both the same day, man, I feel disgusting
[Chorus: Babyfxce E]
Two bad bitches and they on me right now (Yeah)
Two fast pistols, better tell 'em pipe down
Tell the bank I want my money and they bring it right out
Talkin' crazy, I put you out, lil' bitch, this my house
Bitch, you better pipe down
[Verse 1: Babyfxce E]
Y'all be thinking y'all can't die until it really happen
Taxin' for the pie, try to be quiet, but I end up laughin' (Dumb-ass nigga)
Brodie thought that shit was cut, damn near didn't even grab it
If I take this 'Miri hat up off my head, I'm pulling out a rabbit (Yeah)
And I'm pulling out a ratchet (Yup)
Twenty-one years ago, my mom was pushing out a savage (Nigga)
I got two Gen5 Glocks, the tan one automatic
Three thousand for the show, the other two thousand just for the backend
This a real expensive car, all I do is back in
Nigga, I'm the one with all the motion, I ain't gon' tell him to tap in (Fuck outta here)
It's forty thousand in my palm, so hit it with a backhand
He tried to run from the chop and now he doing backflips
Yeah, you was turnt for a little minute, but you ain't stack shit
My lil' bitch don't bring her friends around because I crack shit (Bitch, nigga)
Bitch, I really am for real, that's why I act rich
He thought he was getting a 'bow, I upped the pole and he got catfished (Dumb-ass)
(T Major goin' crazy)
Yeah
Yeah
I can't keep track of what I'm making, I keep on spending money (Come on)
You find they block, send it to bro, 'cause he gon' spin it for me (Nigga)
I don't give my time to these hoes, so if I did, you lucky (Bitch)
I fucked 'em both the same day, man, I feel disgusting
[Chorus: Babyfxce E]
Two bad bitches and they on me right now (Yeah)
Two fast pistols, better tell 'em pipe down
Tell the bank I want my money and they bring it right out
Talkin' crazy, I put you out, lil' bitch, this my house
Bitch, you better pipe down
[Verse 1: Babyfxce E]
Y'all be thinking y'all can't die until it really happen
Taxin' for the pie, try to be quiet, but I end up laughin' (Dumb-ass nigga)
Brodie thought that shit was cut, damn near didn't even grab it
If I take this 'Miri hat up off my head, I'm pulling out a rabbit (Yeah)
And I'm pulling out a ratchet (Yup)
Twenty-one years ago, my mom was pushing out a savage (Nigga)
I got two Gen5 Glocks, the tan one automatic
Three thousand for the show, the other two thousand just for the backend
This a real expensive car, all I do is back in
Nigga, I'm the one with all the motion, I ain't gon' tell him to tap in (Fuck outta here)
It's forty thousand in my palm, so hit it with a backhand
He tried to run from the chop and now he doing backflips
Yeah, you was turnt for a little minute, but you ain't stack shit
My lil' bitch don't bring her friends around because I crack shit (Bitch, nigga)
Bitch, I really am for real, that's why I act rich
He thought he was getting a 'bow, I upped the pole and he got catfished (Dumb-ass)
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