Baby Money, Tay B - Been Rich lyrics
Baby Money [Carlos Deshawn Fischer] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Baby Money, Tay B - Been Rich lyrics]
(Beatgang) yeah, all facts, lil' nigga
Easy Money shit, nigga ayy
Two Cullinans and a lamb chop we blam opps
Ain't felt no pain since my mans died
Fuck a Drac', I put a switch on my tan Glock
Ten Cuban links on, I bet I stand out
Huh, dick suckin' before the hoes
Niggas fanned out
Y'all was rich for a year, that pape' ran out
Give lil' bro a hundred when
They let my mans out
This bitch ain't wanna let me fuck
I bet I can now
Yeah, pull your pants down
They close Saks when I walk in
Don't need no damn stylist
Ballin', Celine headbands, bitch
I'm Ben Wallace my shooter pickin' pape' up
The opps still droppin' it's fuck 12
But tell them niggas that I been coppin'
We been coppin', been rich, bitch
We been crunchin'
You can go and ask your ho
She been dick suckin'
How you send a hundrеd shots
And you don't hit nothin'?
How you fuck a hundred niggas
And ain't get nothin'?
I just came in your mouth
I can't kiss nothin'
You don't buy your bitch shit
I know that bitch fuckin'
Fivе carats each ear, I feel like Crumbles
If you bring a bitch with you
Then I might touch you
If he buy a brick or two
Then I might front you
Value goin' up plain, I ain't ice nothin'
I knew the plug all my life
We just like cousins loyalty is everything
I pay his price for him
Park the car, get on feet
I feel like runnin'
Scope on everything we cop, bitch
We like huntin'
Throwin' up drank and Addy V's
I got a light stomach
In Saint Laurent and Louis V
I feel like money
She wanna write back, send a flight
My dog been sendin' kites
German engineering and we like a
Million in on ice
You can pull up and get fucked
You can never spend the night
Playin' with my pape', kidnap the kid
Uncle Ice
Yeah, I rap, but I'll never stop trappin'
This my life
You want a deal, I'll never stop taxin'
This my price
Keep it real, since a kid
I been fuckin' niggas' wifes
Four hundred on a light day, our
Ice be cuttin' on the lights, easy money
(What up, Antt?, Bang that shit)
Easy Money shit, nigga ayy
Two Cullinans and a lamb chop we blam opps
Ain't felt no pain since my mans died
Fuck a Drac', I put a switch on my tan Glock
Ten Cuban links on, I bet I stand out
Huh, dick suckin' before the hoes
Niggas fanned out
Y'all was rich for a year, that pape' ran out
Give lil' bro a hundred when
They let my mans out
This bitch ain't wanna let me fuck
I bet I can now
Yeah, pull your pants down
They close Saks when I walk in
Don't need no damn stylist
Ballin', Celine headbands, bitch
I'm Ben Wallace my shooter pickin' pape' up
The opps still droppin' it's fuck 12
But tell them niggas that I been coppin'
We been coppin', been rich, bitch
We been crunchin'
You can go and ask your ho
She been dick suckin'
How you send a hundrеd shots
And you don't hit nothin'?
How you fuck a hundred niggas
And ain't get nothin'?
I just came in your mouth
I can't kiss nothin'
You don't buy your bitch shit
I know that bitch fuckin'
Fivе carats each ear, I feel like Crumbles
If you bring a bitch with you
Then I might touch you
If he buy a brick or two
Then I might front you
Value goin' up plain, I ain't ice nothin'
I knew the plug all my life
We just like cousins loyalty is everything
I pay his price for him
Park the car, get on feet
I feel like runnin'
Scope on everything we cop, bitch
We like huntin'
Throwin' up drank and Addy V's
I got a light stomach
In Saint Laurent and Louis V
I feel like money
She wanna write back, send a flight
My dog been sendin' kites
German engineering and we like a
Million in on ice
You can pull up and get fucked
You can never spend the night
Playin' with my pape', kidnap the kid
Uncle Ice
Yeah, I rap, but I'll never stop trappin'
This my life
You want a deal, I'll never stop taxin'
This my price
Keep it real, since a kid
I been fuckin' niggas' wifes
Four hundred on a light day, our
Ice be cuttin' on the lights, easy money
(What up, Antt?, Bang that shit)