Baby Money - Drip Check lyrics
Baby Money [Carlos Deshawn Fischer] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Baby Money - Drip Check lyrics]
Keep that
No (You weren't even a cool breeze for my man, Taz)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Nigga, it's a drip check, what the fuck you got on?
You ain't got a big check, then stop callin' my phone
Ice on my wrist, neck, it's on all of my homies
Forty on a hundred pack and that's all I got on it
It's the money
Got me dripped down from my head to the floor
Watch the drip, it's Rick O, Rick O, Rick O
Nigga, watch the blick' blow, the block hot, my bitch cold
Like the police, told her, "Freeze," my bitch froze
At the crib, put tints on it, came back, she bent over
Shoutout to my rich cousin, we been hittin' hoes together
I put Louis on with white Lows, dependin' on the wеather
We gon' pay a lil' extra, that's dеpendin' on the stepper
Who spent four thousand on a jacket, wear it once? Nigga, me
Who make her model while she naked, buy her pumps? Nigga, me
Who spent two thousand on a fit to go eat lunch? This shit was cheap
We walk in the store and I grab everything I want like it was free
I pay eight hundred for my seats, I can wear Gucci for a week
Her shark boots up to her knee, my baby got on all key
Run up a check and jog East, shoot the fire, hit all three
It ain't one play, we all eat, want somethin' sweet, go down the street
It's easy money, dog
Nigga, it's a drip check, what the fuck you got on?
You ain't got a big check, then stop callin' my phone
Ice on my wrist, neck, it's on all of my homies
Forty on a hundred pack and that's all I got on it
It's the money
No (You weren't even a cool breeze for my man, Taz)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Nigga, it's a drip check, what the fuck you got on?
You ain't got a big check, then stop callin' my phone
Ice on my wrist, neck, it's on all of my homies
Forty on a hundred pack and that's all I got on it
It's the money
Got me dripped down from my head to the floor
Watch the drip, it's Rick O, Rick O, Rick O
Nigga, watch the blick' blow, the block hot, my bitch cold
Like the police, told her, "Freeze," my bitch froze
At the crib, put tints on it, came back, she bent over
Shoutout to my rich cousin, we been hittin' hoes together
I put Louis on with white Lows, dependin' on the wеather
We gon' pay a lil' extra, that's dеpendin' on the stepper
Who spent four thousand on a jacket, wear it once? Nigga, me
Who make her model while she naked, buy her pumps? Nigga, me
Who spent two thousand on a fit to go eat lunch? This shit was cheap
We walk in the store and I grab everything I want like it was free
I pay eight hundred for my seats, I can wear Gucci for a week
Her shark boots up to her knee, my baby got on all key
Run up a check and jog East, shoot the fire, hit all three
It ain't one play, we all eat, want somethin' sweet, go down the street
It's easy money, dog
Nigga, it's a drip check, what the fuck you got on?
You ain't got a big check, then stop callin' my phone
Ice on my wrist, neck, it's on all of my homies
Forty on a hundred pack and that's all I got on it
It's the money
