Baby Money - Done With Amiri lyrics

Yeah (Damn, Smoot, that's you?)

Said I was done with Amiri
But, I did it again
I'm out here beefin' with some bitches
'cause I'm hittin' they friends
Sun out, hop out Track'
Then I switch to the Benz
My gun out, pussy nigga
Don't get hit in the head
Live like these niggas' dream
Niggas wishin' I'm dead
Think you know what that mean
My youngin clippin' his dread
Half a million on his sleeve
Post his pic on the net
We don't do no throwbacks unless
It's Mitchell & Ness

Your bitch head between my legs
And I'm grippin' her neck
Fuck this bitch off my name and
You give her your check
If it's a nigga in the middle
I can get him for less
Don't over-exaggerate
It's six bricks on my neck
I give a bitch like two thousand like
"Let's skip to the sex" god treat me good
So I'm lookin' for a bitch I can bless
Know I'm a dog
So I'm lookin' for a bitch and a vet
Let my chain get her attention
Let my wrist do the rest
You gon' see pain in my vision
It ain't shit I regret
Girly suck me like she miss me
I be missin' her neck
Double C my whole 'fit
You know it's Crip on the set
I don't rock no other jean, they
Don't be fittin' my racks, it's Easy

Said I was done with Amiri
But, I did it again
I'm out here beefin' with some bitches
'cause I'm hittin' they friends
Sun out, hop out Track'
Then I switch to the Benz
My gun out, pussy nigga
Don't get hit in the head
Live like these niggas' dream
Niggas wishin' I'm dead
Think you know what that mean
My youngin clippin' his dread
Half a million on his sleeve
Post his pic on the net
We don't do no throwbacks unless
It's Mitchell & Ness

The spot full of money
Counters, scales, pistols, and TECs
The wrong door to knock on
'fore your issue get left
Lay in your grass, boy
This killin' shit deep in my flesh
Ain't got no love
They don't hear no heart beat in my chest
I ain't no thug, but I
Done swum with sharks deep, gettin' wet
I got a bitch I met last night eatin' my ex
Sit down and listen
You gon' get a chance to see I'm the best
Her man snitchin'
Ripped her purses for the seats in the 'Vette
Y'all boys down three, gettin' wet
We gettin' back
Hit they block with two hundred
Heard that street was a mess
I put that nigga in a suit
Put his bitch in a dress
I hit your state with fifty 'bows
But, I'm leavin' with less, it's Easy

Said I was done with Amiri
But, I did it again
I'm out here beefin' with some bitches
'cause I'm hittin' they friends
Sun out, hop out Track'
Then I switch to the Benz
My gun out, pussy nigga
Don't get hit in the head
Live like these niggas' dream
Niggas wishin' I'm dead
Think you know what that mean
My youngin clippin' his dread
Half a million on his sleeve
Post his pic on the net
We don't do no throwbacks unless
It's Mitchell & Ness