Baby Money - Notha Level (feat. G.T.) lyrics

Been doin' this shit so fuckin' long, dog, Act' used to be, Act' used to be free
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Act' was free
Fuck is they talkin' 'bout?

Right now, we got slabs, nigga, nothin' less
It ain't shit in the spot but a twelve-ton press
Nigga, stop, it ain't your bitch if you don't invest
Niggas'll have a lil' money, but no respect

Your bitch gon' wanna fuck a vet'
Tryna run your pape' up, nigga, listen
Fish scales in the basement, ain't nobody goin' fishing
In the trap, it ain't no dishes, just some forks and a skillet
If it weigh a gram short, then somebody goin' missing

Twenty-five racks each pocket, bitch, that's a fifty
Long tag hangin' down my back, that's Ricky
Long clip hangin' from my waist, that's a blicky
I got stars goin' all around my collar, that's Givenchy
Hoggin' up two lanes, bitch, that's a Bentley


Drivin' in your state, get it crackin' in your city
Y'all searchin' for the drank, I'm in Houston, scoutin' Whitney
We just got in on a number, we touch down and get busy
Ain't no niggas did what we did, we made history

I told you, never get a Richie 'less you got a milly
I can't lack, I heard niggas tryna kill me
Mickey Mouse for the clip, but this AR a mini
Streets a jail yard
Steppin' for crumbles, doin' shit that I can't tell y'all
Clutchin' my gun, that's the opp or that's 12 car?
Put a rapper underground, now that's hell star

And you can come and cop a shirt, we got soft or hard
And the bag come with insurance like State Farm
Pockets swole like a nigga who done walked a yard
Twenty-eight, we been touchin' tickets like we parking cars
Thousand-eight needers 'round the block, brodie walk the dog

Heard he move the bag fast, then make him a partner
Kapital jeans four thousand alone, shoes Maison Mihara
Bro ain't care about you trollin', I'm takin' it farther
Hit my jeweler, go get froze, he made it with water
The plug gotta show me love, I'm slayin' his daughter
Makin' sales before school, was makin' me tardy
Grab a twelve, I pour juice at eight in the morning
She give me head with no rules, I made it a pardon
'Cause we them icy niggas, I don't even care if you don't like me with it
He droppin' tears 'cause I been fuckin' on his wifey, nigga
Been sellin' birds his whole life, he 'bout to ice a pigeon
I rock Who Decides War 'cause that's my decision
Ayy, grab the press, I got a sale, grab the scale
Used to snitch when we was kids, he grown up, he still tellin'
We been eatin', but we chillin' 'cause we felons, boy, I tell you
Money my cologne, I walk inside the room, they say, "I smell you"

You gotta meet me out west, we got too much that we can mail you
Or you can put 'em on the road, I got some niggas that'll trail 'em
The whip a V12, standin' up on the pedal
So much snow, we need a shovel, we just reached another level

(You recordin', Smerf?)