Baby Money - Boss Table lyrics

(Ooh, Steve-O did this one) easy money
(Steve-O got the Midas touch) ayy

I'ma make Ben Franklin my best man
Hundred on my left hand (yeah)
I'm 'bout to start droppin' bodies
Like the best friends (They gone)
If you ain't standin' on what's blue
You get stretched then (That's on Crip)
They call your boy the beach
Master how I stretch tan it's weight season
Made a million with my fat man
(That's a fact)
Erotic City day shift, it's like eight Lams
I need some zip sauce
Fifty get you picked off (You feel me?)
I'm pourin' rose on her face
Like she Chris Bosh that nigga dumb
Spent all that money on a wristwatch (So?)
That ain't the one, take it back
'cause that bitch tick-tock
(That bitch fake) wanna be famous
I'ma fuck the bitch on TikTok
Yeah, we got it out the mud, but we lit now
(On my mama) a big guy, crashed the coupe
Then I switch drops
It's all bosses at this table
You can't sit down i asked that nigga for a
Tester and he sent pounds (yeah)
These niggas talk about the past, bitch
We rich now

A big guy, crashed the coupe
But then I switched drops
(Ayy, FNFRTC, easy money, nigga)
It's all bosses at this table
You can't sit down (I'm only eatin' with the
Niggas I started with, on Sosa)
I asked that nigga for a
Tester and he sent pounds
(Ayy, he sent a thousand of 'em
We front line with this shit)
These niggas talk about the past, bitch
We rich now
(Let's see you stack that shit up
And stop talkin' 'bout last year)

Yeah, young nigga ballin', pointers
Thirty on my right wrist this hard work
Came from servin' through the night shift
This dog barkin'
I be steppin' on this Mike Vick
Servin' all them white chicks
Curry if you try shit my 'fit five thousand
Niggas scary with this fly shit
Yeah, I'll leave it all in
The bank like four, five, six
A nigga disrespect the gang
Then he die quick
You was ridin' 'round lookin' for us
She was ridin' dick
My niggas 'bout a Five-seveN and he 5'6"
And that boy a chef with the chopper
He'll fry your bitch
If you don't go and do shit, nigga
You gotta leave i'm twenty-three
But big homie to a lot of niggas

A big guy, crashed the coupe
But then I switched drops
(Ayy, FNFRTC, easy money, nigga)
It's all bosses at this table
You can't sit down (I'm only eatin' with the
Niggas I started with, on Sosa)
I asked that nigga for a
Tester and he sent pounds
(Ayy, he sent a thousand of 'em
We front line with this shit)
These niggas talk about the past, bitch
We rich now
(Let's see you stack that shit up
And stop talkin' 'bout last year)