Baby Money - 12th Street lyrics

(Bless it up, Ty) uh
(Flexin' on that bitch, hold up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ain't tryna be around her, I already hit it
They been steppin' 'fore I knew 'em
They already with it
I seen this shit before it happened
It was on The Simpsons
We known for gettin' money and
We fuck the baddest bitches buyin' bags
'member spending my last to get it
Then I gave a bitch my heart
And she stabbed me in it
It's a hundred in the car
And this bag is sixty
After we run through this load
They gon' flag the city

I drop bags and ship 'em, fuck 'round
Crash the Bentley the Glock and nina
It look better when it had extensions
To tell the truth
I was happy when I had no chicken
New clothes, new bitches
Still standin' on business peep her
I can tell she tryna play that role
I'ma teach you banging off the hip, nigga
I should get a beeper
Email you a brick like you
Tryna get a feature
Billy & Mandy in the whip, nigga
I came with the reaper
Take a nigga bitch, if I find her
Then I keep her only time you niggas gettin'
Fresh is on Easter thirty thousand cash
All he bought was the t-shirt
You hatin' from the crowd
I start shootin' in the bleachers

Ain't tryna be around her, I already hit it
They been steppin' 'fore I knew 'em
They already with it
I seen this shit before it happened
It was on The Simpsons
We known for gettin' money and
We fuck the baddest bitches buyin' bags
'member spending my last to get it
Then I gave a bitch my heart
And she stabbed me in it
It's a hundred in the car
And this bag is sixty
After we run through this load
They gon' flag the city

Yeah, went from rags to riches
Wearin' my mask in kitchens
Put a million in the streets
Watch how fast I get it
Yeah, watch I pass out chicken
Rich with my flag out, cripping
If you don't see him every day
Don't ask 'bout niggas cuz up the way
He got caught 'cause his picture
Demo want a BOA
He just tryna get some chicken
Wheezy with me everyday
He gon' shoot it 'til it's empty
It’s some guaranteed victims when
I'm shootin' this ten-milli'
Throw the hood up through the city
This from Clairmount to Philly
Euclid down to the Bouly
We done turned our choppers fully
Ninety Percs for my jeans
Pint of Wocky for my hoodie
Hell yeah, these VVs, you can't
Stop your bitch from looking, easy

Ain't tryna be around her, I already hit it
They been steppin' 'fore I knew 'em
They already with it
I seen this shit before it happened
It was on The Simpsons
We known for gettin' money and
We fuck the baddest bitches buyin' bags
'member spending my last to get it
Then I gave a bitch my heart
And she stabbed me in it
It's a hundred in the car
And this bag is sixty
After we run through this load
They gon' flag the city