Baby Money - Had To Ask (feat. Babyface Ray) lyrics

(Lil' Rent got the drip, 1800 for you)

I be fuckin' up the load
I put bleach in colored clothes
If you gettin' what you want
Don't ask me 'bout no other hoes
Showed you this 'cause it was low
But, I got some other 'bows
I was on and off that plan
My brother made me cuff the roll
I had to ask, how you the brick man? You
Barely touched the dope
He said he never get a
Chance, before they land, them bitches gone
But, I'll cash the whole crop
Feel like I planned a scene in Blow
I'll catch a whole opp, soon
As you see them niggas, blow

Make sure they don't survive
This rap shit feel like the trap
They paid in all fives we whack shit
You better not miss 'cause
That's how dog died
She suck me 'til I tell her stop
I know her jaws tired
They hate me 'cause I'm in this spot
I jumped through barbed wire
Walk out the water to a
Bentley and it's frog eye
When the clouds hit the city, bitch
We fog-lighting
I charged him eighty for that
Brick 'cause this dog biting
I'm makin' cake just to spend
This shit on all icing
Three hundred racks off six states
What you call swiping
My mans set my mans up what you call shiesty
Ten illegal guns on us, but my dog licensed
My sister twelve and her arm icy

I be fuckin' up the load
I put bleach in colored clothes
If you gettin' what you want
Don't ask me 'bout no other hoes
Showed you this 'cause it was low
But, I got some other 'bows
I was on and off that plan
My brother made me cuff the roll
I had to ask, how you the brick man? You
Barely touched the dope
He said he never get a
Chance, before they land, them bitches gone
But, I'll cash the whole crop
Feel like I planned a scene in Blow
I'll catch a whole opp, soon
As you see them niggas, blow

Eleven hundred in the Track'
It sound like dog fighting (It's crazy)
These kids look up to me like Mike
They wanna ball like me (yeah)
You niggas broke and ain't on shit
Don't let these broads hype them
I pass that shit off on the low
And have my dog wipe you (Phew)
An all-nighter with no license (Mhm)
One of the few who really do it
I'm like Bo Jackson (One of the few)
You hit my ho, I ain't gon' trip
I'm just gon' tax you (What you want?)
This bitch got pillows and massage
I'm in this ho relaxing (yeah)
Plug askin', niggas playin', I'm like
"Throw it past 'em"
Touch down, I speak, niggas
Listen, they like, "Face a pastor"
(Mhm) i ain't gotta speak
I let this check harass 'em
Aston Martin truck, this bitch a lil' faster
Nigga

I be fuckin' up the load
I put bleach in colored clothes
If you gettin' what you want
Don't ask me 'bout no other hoes
Showed you this 'cause it was low
But, I got some other 'bows
I was on and off that plan
My brother made me cuff the roll
I had to ask, how you the brick man? You
Barely touched the dope
He said he never get a
Chance, before they land, them bitches gone
But, I'll cash the whole crop
Feel like I planned a scene in Blow
I'll catch a whole opp, soon
As you see them niggas, blow