Baby Money - Long Way Home lyrics
Baby Money [Carlos Deshawn Fischer] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Baby Money - Long Way Home lyrics]
The same nigga give out work
Used to take the orders
I get these bitches for so cheap
I'll take the Jordan
I took the long way home, but it made me more
I was on the bench so long, it made me score
Niggas keep callin' my phone
But don't cop nothin'
I put them youngins in the field
Like it was Pop Warner
Ayy, slap a hundred in the K
I think an opp comin'
These niggas screamin' out they shooters
But ain't drop nothin'
Tell her fuck drivin' the boat
Drive this Yachtmaster
Drivin' the Benz like a rental
You better not crash it
Too many niggas coppin' Rollies
So we cop Pateks
You ain't up a quarter ticket, nigga
Stop laughin'
She ain't loyal as you think, nigga
Stop braggin'
Runnin' the field like it's a game
Call me John Madden a half a ticket in all
Blues what I find attractive
If you split it with your crew
I bet you buy it faster
Some niggas made for the field
Some made for the porch
Some niggas made for a Lam'
Some made for a Porsche
They ain't wanna give it to me
I made me a torch
I jumped right up in the game
And made me a quarter
The same nigga give out work
Used to take the orders
I get these bitches for so cheap
I'll take the Jordan
I took the long way home, but it made me more
I was on the bench so long, it made me score
A big dog, I ain't shit
Put Chanely on your bitch
Avalanche on my wrist, el jefe, bitch
I'm the realest why the fuck you go and buy
A whole car without a ceiling?
Ain't no lookin' over shoulders
Best bet is just to kill 'em
Pick up bags from everywhere
I just drove through Sacramento
If you want your box untouched, bitch
Make sure you vacuum seal 'em
From the D, you take your garbage out
You better pack a pistol
When you touch your first ten
Niggas say you actin' different
Nigga, I be fast whippin'
Glocks got flags with 'em
Opps got frags, hit 'em
Ain't kill 'em, niggas, we hit 'em
We ain't send 'em to the church
Then we send 'em to the 'spital
Two hundred bricks of dog on us, yeah
We sent 'em with a kennel
Some niggas made for the field
Some made for the porch
Some niggas made for a Lam'
Some made for a Porsche
They ain't wanna give it to me
I made me a torch
I jumped right up in the game
And made me a quarter
The same nigga give out work
Used to take the orders
I get these bitches for so cheap
I'll take the Jordan
I took the long way home, but it made me more
I was on the bench so long, it made me score
Used to take the orders
I get these bitches for so cheap
I'll take the Jordan
I took the long way home, but it made me more
I was on the bench so long, it made me score
Niggas keep callin' my phone
But don't cop nothin'
I put them youngins in the field
Like it was Pop Warner
Ayy, slap a hundred in the K
I think an opp comin'
These niggas screamin' out they shooters
But ain't drop nothin'
Tell her fuck drivin' the boat
Drive this Yachtmaster
Drivin' the Benz like a rental
You better not crash it
Too many niggas coppin' Rollies
So we cop Pateks
You ain't up a quarter ticket, nigga
Stop laughin'
She ain't loyal as you think, nigga
Stop braggin'
Runnin' the field like it's a game
Call me John Madden a half a ticket in all
Blues what I find attractive
If you split it with your crew
I bet you buy it faster
Some niggas made for the field
Some made for the porch
Some niggas made for a Lam'
Some made for a Porsche
They ain't wanna give it to me
I made me a torch
I jumped right up in the game
And made me a quarter
The same nigga give out work
Used to take the orders
I get these bitches for so cheap
I'll take the Jordan
I took the long way home, but it made me more
I was on the bench so long, it made me score
A big dog, I ain't shit
Put Chanely on your bitch
Avalanche on my wrist, el jefe, bitch
I'm the realest why the fuck you go and buy
A whole car without a ceiling?
Ain't no lookin' over shoulders
Best bet is just to kill 'em
Pick up bags from everywhere
I just drove through Sacramento
If you want your box untouched, bitch
Make sure you vacuum seal 'em
From the D, you take your garbage out
You better pack a pistol
When you touch your first ten
Niggas say you actin' different
Nigga, I be fast whippin'
Glocks got flags with 'em
Opps got frags, hit 'em
Ain't kill 'em, niggas, we hit 'em
We ain't send 'em to the church
Then we send 'em to the 'spital
Two hundred bricks of dog on us, yeah
We sent 'em with a kennel
Some niggas made for the field
Some made for the porch
Some niggas made for a Lam'
Some made for a Porsche
They ain't wanna give it to me
I made me a torch
I jumped right up in the game
And made me a quarter
The same nigga give out work
Used to take the orders
I get these bitches for so cheap
I'll take the Jordan
I took the long way home, but it made me more
I was on the bench so long, it made me score