Baby Money, Louie Ray, RMC Mike - Deflint lyrics
Baby Money [Carlos Deshawn Fischer] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Baby Money, Louie Ray, RMC Mike - Deflint lyrics]
(313 Mafia) alright
Alright, alright
(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie
This bitch hard) yeah
Another body drop, it's fentanyl
You niggas iced up and quiet
We been makin' all the noise
From the guns to the cars
We been droppin' all the toys
More money make me stronger
This shit damn near steroids
Day-to day, I been makin' plays
I'm so committed
She gon' blow the balls down before we fuck
That's her religion okay, I'm goin' hard
Stretch the pussy out no physician
Blow his head off from six feet away
That's social distance
The crib big
But I'm cookin' up work in brodie kitchen
Headshot or I kill your whole family
It's your decision
Three to the head, three to
The body for gang, they know wе did it
The charm twenty, but the Rolliе was plain
Cost me a chicken
Ain't gotta say that shit no
More, they know we winnin', okay
And I might still fuck her raw
I'm open with it
Niggas sick and they can't even tell you why
They COVID victims
Auntie lost everything, she had the crack
I know the victims
Diors was six thousand in the case
I'm tryna get 'em
I'm jumpin' out the car in traffic, all that
I'm tryna hit 'em
I work hard to put the city on my back
That's no drizzle
Slight argument make me wanna
Whack my codefendant
Girly pussy so big, I can drop a motor in it
Every other day we catch flights
We call it global shifting
I done came to take over the
Rap game with no permission
Lil' bro beat that body 'cause
He ain't leave no forensics
I dropped out to takin' trips
Helped me see my first dub servin' rappers
I had carats in my piece before a bud
Thurgood Marshall
I'll bang the hammer way before the judge
You 5'9", I'll make you six feet
On my cousin why you lyin'? Out here tellin'
'em you my ho, we just fuckin'
They see the double-C stamp in
The snow when we stomp
Run through 'bows like cereal
I'm the captain, bitch, we crunchin'
Ten thousand blues in the condom
Lube it up before you stuff it
I leave holes like a bagel
Goin' through his Egg McMuffin
Lil' bro done killed the
Whole fuckin' family, he corrupted
Pop one of mine
I'ma get a nigga whole street abducted
When it come to spice talkin', I can't lie
We the roughest
Five-seveN hit the back of his
Head and it erupted
You the bag that my dope come in
We the substance
In other words, you niggas ain't worth
Shit and we the money, easy money
Rap money times racks alright
Rap money times rocks, it get ugly
I can still stand at the store and trap
This ain't Kentucky
Fit the description of the streets
They gotta love me
I'm too clean for y'all to
Not know what I do, that's why they judge me
(You don't know?)
I'ma walk on this one light
Like I got hundred feet
I'ma walk on this one light
Like I got bug feet
And I don't give a fuck 'bout who I hit
You know the guns spree
Touch down in your state and threw
A hundred racks in one week my white bitch
She open her nose 'fore she fuck me
Whip 2022, open the doors 'fore you touch it
If I was a doctor, nigga
I'd put a load in her stomach
Call they phone and tell them niggas
It's a bird in the oven
You see the growth, bitch
I'm comin' from the curb to this money
I'm out of town, you hit my line
You gon' get served by my granny, easy money
Alright, alright
(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie
This bitch hard) yeah
Another body drop, it's fentanyl
You niggas iced up and quiet
We been makin' all the noise
From the guns to the cars
We been droppin' all the toys
More money make me stronger
This shit damn near steroids
Day-to day, I been makin' plays
I'm so committed
She gon' blow the balls down before we fuck
That's her religion okay, I'm goin' hard
Stretch the pussy out no physician
Blow his head off from six feet away
That's social distance
The crib big
But I'm cookin' up work in brodie kitchen
Headshot or I kill your whole family
It's your decision
Three to the head, three to
The body for gang, they know wе did it
The charm twenty, but the Rolliе was plain
Cost me a chicken
Ain't gotta say that shit no
More, they know we winnin', okay
And I might still fuck her raw
I'm open with it
Niggas sick and they can't even tell you why
They COVID victims
Auntie lost everything, she had the crack
I know the victims
Diors was six thousand in the case
I'm tryna get 'em
I'm jumpin' out the car in traffic, all that
I'm tryna hit 'em
I work hard to put the city on my back
That's no drizzle
Slight argument make me wanna
Whack my codefendant
Girly pussy so big, I can drop a motor in it
Every other day we catch flights
We call it global shifting
I done came to take over the
Rap game with no permission
Lil' bro beat that body 'cause
He ain't leave no forensics
I dropped out to takin' trips
Helped me see my first dub servin' rappers
I had carats in my piece before a bud
Thurgood Marshall
I'll bang the hammer way before the judge
You 5'9", I'll make you six feet
On my cousin why you lyin'? Out here tellin'
'em you my ho, we just fuckin'
They see the double-C stamp in
The snow when we stomp
Run through 'bows like cereal
I'm the captain, bitch, we crunchin'
Ten thousand blues in the condom
Lube it up before you stuff it
I leave holes like a bagel
Goin' through his Egg McMuffin
Lil' bro done killed the
Whole fuckin' family, he corrupted
Pop one of mine
I'ma get a nigga whole street abducted
When it come to spice talkin', I can't lie
We the roughest
Five-seveN hit the back of his
Head and it erupted
You the bag that my dope come in
We the substance
In other words, you niggas ain't worth
Shit and we the money, easy money
Rap money times racks alright
Rap money times rocks, it get ugly
I can still stand at the store and trap
This ain't Kentucky
Fit the description of the streets
They gotta love me
I'm too clean for y'all to
Not know what I do, that's why they judge me
(You don't know?)
I'ma walk on this one light
Like I got hundred feet
I'ma walk on this one light
Like I got bug feet
And I don't give a fuck 'bout who I hit
You know the guns spree
Touch down in your state and threw
A hundred racks in one week my white bitch
She open her nose 'fore she fuck me
Whip 2022, open the doors 'fore you touch it
If I was a doctor, nigga
I'd put a load in her stomach
Call they phone and tell them niggas
It's a bird in the oven
You see the growth, bitch
I'm comin' from the curb to this money
I'm out of town, you hit my line
You gon' get served by my granny, easy money