Baby Money - BOTC Freestyle lyrics

Shid it's lonely at the top
Plus it's lonely in this coupe
Cause it's only one bitch with me
Never one stick wit me
Always a choppa, blow a nigga block up
A nigga play wit 3G, a nigga getting shot up
The first day it's plain
Next day it was rocced up
Come and get your issue
Plus i need some tissue
Yall sending K bullets
We gon start sending missiles
Last night you lay wit em, next day it was -
Only VS1 diamonds
We ain't never roccin crystals
You got on all that jewelry but
You never got a pistol
Cause you sweet dude, take them
Bitches to Tennessee, boy
Thats a sweet move
Fish scale, then the water, call it sea food
Ill do this shit again, we had a redo
My lil cuz wanna be a Crip
I told em keep hoopin
You don’t hit em off the
First shot keep shooting
I watch him knocc his brains out
Hit a lick it ain’t worth it
Come and get your bitch she keep flirting
I lost Sosa on mistake hit em on purpose
Tell the plug send some
Work nigga it's urgent
Woah, my chinese cousin robbing bobby
Kicks look like Aviani
Knocc the pussy out on rocky
If you love me buy me wocky
Drive the foreign like Kawasaki
If we family then we locced in
We had our own lane bacc when niggas served
Yeah, that money talk i love the conversation
I stash that shit and call it hibernation
Sit at the table this a congregation
We killin niggas, fucc the confrontation
We ain't runnin out cheese we
Got a lot of paper
Teacher said i wasn't shit
So i copped a Cedes
Treat the plug like orphan homes
Im always coppin babies
This shit be all fun and games
Until you try and play me
4 poccets full, but im not lil baby
We tuen around be we not wit 80s
Look a bitch in her eyes
"whats yo occupation?"
I put the rollie to the side
And only rocc the ap