Baby Money - Moncler Bubble (Young N***a Old Soul) lyrics
Baby Money [Carlos Deshawn Fischer] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Baby Money - Moncler Bubble Young N***a Old Soul lyrics]
(Damn, Machu
Why'd you have to do them like that?)
Moncler bubbles for the times
We ain’t had shit
This that Baby Los that did cash flips
This that Baby Los that drink Actavis
Put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
Forty-thousand in my pants
I ain't flash shit
Niggas keep asking 'bout the ’Vette, bitch
We crashed it
Come and fuck one of my niggas
Get yo' ass did
Happily hoppin' on that road got me mad rich
Yeah, yeah, brought the foreigns
When we slide, we in fast whips
It's twenty-one inside my block
This my savage
We get one-twenty a pop without asking
So why I buy a Gucci
Shirt without the jacket?
Fuck a heart, I don't love no bitch
I love fashion
A nigga violate the game, get his flag took
Even if it's Halloween, we still masked up
Now every time a nigga die, they come ask us
Yeah, this that Baby Los asking for dollars
I was fucked up
They know I would be a problem
That 550 blue
I used to drive inside the Honda
A matte black coupe, bitches screaming out
"Wakanda"
I'm 'bout to fuck the city up, I’m Kwame
I caught something out the blue, a body
He said he took something from Los? He lying
I put a lot of niggas on, so they ridin’
Moncler bubbles for the times
We ain't had shit
This that Baby Los that did cash flips
This that Baby Los that drink Actavis
Put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
Forty-thousand in my pants
I ain’t flash shit
Niggas keep asking 'bout the 'Vette, bitch
We crashed it
Come and fuck one of my niggas
Get yo' ass did
Happily hoppin’ on that road got me mad rich
Trappin' and copping all these 'bows
Got my mans lit
We was in and out of Cali for a pandemic
These niggas pinching off the bag
Think some grams missing
These niggas fucked up they stash
Never had chicken
Between two or three niggas
Spent a half-ticket
And we was rocking bussdowns
When niggas had Breitlings
They gave my nigga forty-five
That was a bad sentence
My nigga died at twenty-one
We called it fast living
You 'sposed to stack your stash
Up and make it last, nigga
You shop for hoes, I shop for 'bows, nigga
Our bag different living in hotels
Them rooms ain't even had kitchens
Never serve them at your crib, boy
That's bad business
Tell a bitch, "Get what you want
I ain't yo' last niggas"
It's two Benzes in the group
I'll crash this one
A three-five in this 'Wood
I can't pass this one
We ain't financing shit, bitch
I cashed this one easy money
Moncler bubbles for the times
We ain't had shit
This that Baby Los that did cash flips
This that Baby Los that drink Actavis
Put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
Forty-thousand in my pants
I ain't flash shit
Niggas keep asking 'bout the 'Vette, bitch
We crashed it
Come and fuck one of my niggas
Get yo' ass did
Happily hoppin' on that road got me mad rich
(Trappin' and copping all these 'bows
Got my mans lit)
Why'd you have to do them like that?)
Moncler bubbles for the times
We ain’t had shit
This that Baby Los that did cash flips
This that Baby Los that drink Actavis
Put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
Forty-thousand in my pants
I ain't flash shit
Niggas keep asking 'bout the ’Vette, bitch
We crashed it
Come and fuck one of my niggas
Get yo' ass did
Happily hoppin' on that road got me mad rich
Yeah, yeah, brought the foreigns
When we slide, we in fast whips
It's twenty-one inside my block
This my savage
We get one-twenty a pop without asking
So why I buy a Gucci
Shirt without the jacket?
Fuck a heart, I don't love no bitch
I love fashion
A nigga violate the game, get his flag took
Even if it's Halloween, we still masked up
Now every time a nigga die, they come ask us
Yeah, this that Baby Los asking for dollars
I was fucked up
They know I would be a problem
That 550 blue
I used to drive inside the Honda
A matte black coupe, bitches screaming out
"Wakanda"
I'm 'bout to fuck the city up, I’m Kwame
I caught something out the blue, a body
He said he took something from Los? He lying
I put a lot of niggas on, so they ridin’
Moncler bubbles for the times
We ain't had shit
This that Baby Los that did cash flips
This that Baby Los that drink Actavis
Put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
Forty-thousand in my pants
I ain’t flash shit
Niggas keep asking 'bout the 'Vette, bitch
We crashed it
Come and fuck one of my niggas
Get yo' ass did
Happily hoppin’ on that road got me mad rich
Trappin' and copping all these 'bows
Got my mans lit
We was in and out of Cali for a pandemic
These niggas pinching off the bag
Think some grams missing
These niggas fucked up they stash
Never had chicken
Between two or three niggas
Spent a half-ticket
And we was rocking bussdowns
When niggas had Breitlings
They gave my nigga forty-five
That was a bad sentence
My nigga died at twenty-one
We called it fast living
You 'sposed to stack your stash
Up and make it last, nigga
You shop for hoes, I shop for 'bows, nigga
Our bag different living in hotels
Them rooms ain't even had kitchens
Never serve them at your crib, boy
That's bad business
Tell a bitch, "Get what you want
I ain't yo' last niggas"
It's two Benzes in the group
I'll crash this one
A three-five in this 'Wood
I can't pass this one
We ain't financing shit, bitch
I cashed this one easy money
Moncler bubbles for the times
We ain't had shit
This that Baby Los that did cash flips
This that Baby Los that drink Actavis
Put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
Forty-thousand in my pants
I ain't flash shit
Niggas keep asking 'bout the 'Vette, bitch
We crashed it
Come and fuck one of my niggas
Get yo' ass did
Happily hoppin' on that road got me mad rich
(Trappin' and copping all these 'bows
Got my mans lit)