Baby Money - Lawyer Fees (feat. Lil Yachty) lyrics
Baby Money [Carlos Deshawn Fischer] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
Lil Yachty [Miles Parks McCollum] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Baby Money - Lawyer Fees feat. Lil Yachty lyrics]
Helluva made this beat, baby
Nigga, I spent six figures
Just on lawyer fees
All I do is count cash, bitches be boring me
Hoes pull up
It's two for one just like it's Applebee's
I ain't have to trap, I used to scam
Shit worked out for me
You rap 'bout being rich when
You know it's fiction
My dog looked up to Robert Nixon
Told him he was tripping
Niggas tried to press and flashed a pistol
So we got to blitzing
iPhone 6 do more tricks than a video vixen
Fucked a bitch who had no car
I told her time was ticking i get out
Put Rosie on that corner with that stick out
Talkin' to me left
Bro shoot him dead in his dick house
I bought a new trench, apply G6
I think I'm whippеd now
How your rapper say they can't call
No one in his cliquе now?
How I bought new Benzes? I got
New switches for my FNs
Bro just hit a spike, his sales is up
That shit tremendous i just left the range
My shit was singin' like Sean Mendez
A half a million in a small bag
I got the big head
Count it up wearin' Vlone, I got rich friends
A four of Wocky in a small Sprite
I need a kickstand this rap shit don't work
I'ma turn into a hitman
These niggas talk 'bout big bags
But niggas ain't copping
How you arguin' on Instagram
Like niggas ain't dropping?
Started with scams and five racks
And make fifty-eight thousand
A hundred round with ninety-nine
I call this chopper Jae Crowder
This rose gold, no copper
Catch a load in an hour
My bitch kit look like mine and
I just Rollied my mama
I drink Cris' for all the times I
Used to go to the fountain
I took trips for my stash
I had to go to the mountains
Twenty pints in the crib and
I'm holdin' them hostage
Made so much money with the plug
That nigga told me I'm family
My first Presi'
I held it in my hand like a Grammy
I just waited on my turn
Now these niggas can't stand me
Easy Money
Nigga, I spent six figures
Just on lawyer fees
All I do is count cash, bitches be boring me
Hoes pull up
It's two for one just like it's Applebee's
I ain't have to trap, I used to scam
Shit worked out for me
You rap 'bout being rich when
You know it's fiction
My dog looked up to Robert Nixon
Told him he was tripping
Niggas tried to press and flashed a pistol
So we got to blitzing
iPhone 6 do more tricks than a video vixen
Fucked a bitch who had no car
I told her time was ticking i get out
Put Rosie on that corner with that stick out
Talkin' to me left
Bro shoot him dead in his dick house
I bought a new trench, apply G6
I think I'm whippеd now
How your rapper say they can't call
No one in his cliquе now?
How I bought new Benzes? I got
New switches for my FNs
Bro just hit a spike, his sales is up
That shit tremendous i just left the range
My shit was singin' like Sean Mendez
A half a million in a small bag
I got the big head
Count it up wearin' Vlone, I got rich friends
A four of Wocky in a small Sprite
I need a kickstand this rap shit don't work
I'ma turn into a hitman
These niggas talk 'bout big bags
But niggas ain't copping
How you arguin' on Instagram
Like niggas ain't dropping?
Started with scams and five racks
And make fifty-eight thousand
A hundred round with ninety-nine
I call this chopper Jae Crowder
This rose gold, no copper
Catch a load in an hour
My bitch kit look like mine and
I just Rollied my mama
I drink Cris' for all the times I
Used to go to the fountain
I took trips for my stash
I had to go to the mountains
Twenty pints in the crib and
I'm holdin' them hostage
Made so much money with the plug
That nigga told me I'm family
My first Presi'
I held it in my hand like a Grammy
I just waited on my turn
Now these niggas can't stand me
Easy Money