This That Typa Baby Money & Peezy

[Intro]
(Ayy, Trip, I think we done over here)
Yeah
What?
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Go, go

[Verse 1: Baby Money]
This lil' bitch don't know my name, she say she love me
I done flew her out the way, she say we fucking
I done bought another plain, they told me bust it
It's bloodshed, said I do this for my cousin
Yeah, take a picture of it, it might last longer
I give 'em strikers, I got dummies that'll crash for me
Beefing with the reaper, church on Sunday with that mag on me
Lord forgive me
Thirty underneath my shirt, my pants cost me forty-fifty
Cop a lot, I drop the price, come and place an order with me
Pick up cash in every hood, I'm tryna explore the city
Almost on my second mill', think it's time to order Richie
I'm 'bout to hit up Elliott, spend a bag, and go missing
Let's make it known, 'cause your outfit cost a lot, it's not crispy
Let's keep it grown, bitch, you got on all Rick, you not pretty, huh?
Ask those ones who tried to slide, it was a failed mission
Popping pills while I'm in my jail, in my cell, tripping
Seventeen thousand was my pros, but my sales different
Bad bitches cooking, workin' angel while in Hell's kitchen