Baby Money - 4Sho Ave Freestyle lyrics
Baby Money [Carlos Deshawn Fischer] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Baby Money - 4Sho Ave Freestyle lyrics]
Got a lot of Moncler's but I'd
Rather rock the Canada Goose
Drive the foreign through the snow
Panorama the roof
I know some niggas selling blow
And they traffickin' blues
I ain't know about Sosa until after the news
I know some niggas really hoes
But they act like shooters
Niggas need some makeup bring the
Mac right to 'em
You can send them bitches here
If they wrapped right stupid
A hundred bitches in the crib
It's just packed like hooters
We was hoppin' out with Glocks
When y'all had y'all Rugers
And I know you ain't gon' pop
Cause you brag bout shootin'
The bag don't stop movin'
I ain't never been no bitch
I was takin' road trips when you
Was out here hittin' cribs
Niggas out here gettin' rich
I'll be goddamn if I miss that
Third re-rock the den came out to six racks
I take a nigga shit
I ain't givin' his shit back
Bring the smoke to his crib
Like he havin' a kickback
Put the bag in the air? Why
The fuck would I risk that
When I can play my part
Sit back and get shit wacked
I dreamed about Louie now I
Rock them bitches mix matched
In and out of techs they think
Im going to Six Flags
Real nigga, one eat we all eat
On the road with blues my
Bitch in the car seat
And everytime I see the white
And blues my heart beat
Yall hittin' hoes I hit in
School they all freaks nigga
Rather rock the Canada Goose
Drive the foreign through the snow
Panorama the roof
I know some niggas selling blow
And they traffickin' blues
I ain't know about Sosa until after the news
I know some niggas really hoes
But they act like shooters
Niggas need some makeup bring the
Mac right to 'em
You can send them bitches here
If they wrapped right stupid
A hundred bitches in the crib
It's just packed like hooters
We was hoppin' out with Glocks
When y'all had y'all Rugers
And I know you ain't gon' pop
Cause you brag bout shootin'
The bag don't stop movin'
I ain't never been no bitch
I was takin' road trips when you
Was out here hittin' cribs
Niggas out here gettin' rich
I'll be goddamn if I miss that
Third re-rock the den came out to six racks
I take a nigga shit
I ain't givin' his shit back
Bring the smoke to his crib
Like he havin' a kickback
Put the bag in the air? Why
The fuck would I risk that
When I can play my part
Sit back and get shit wacked
I dreamed about Louie now I
Rock them bitches mix matched
In and out of techs they think
Im going to Six Flags
Real nigga, one eat we all eat
On the road with blues my
Bitch in the car seat
And everytime I see the white
And blues my heart beat
Yall hittin' hoes I hit in
School they all freaks nigga