Baby Money - Remember Me (New Money) lyrics
Baby Money [Carlos Deshawn Fischer] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Baby Money - Remember Me New Money lyrics]
Two bitches from the States
And they french kissin'
Itchin' off an RP, I'm a rich nigga
No domestic violence case, I'm a bitch hitter
If you rock the shit I rock
You a big spender a Cris' sipper
Brick flipper on a quick mission
A whole pint in a pop look like Trish in it
A lil' small conversation 'bout
Some big business
If you tryna get some money
Come and get with us
This money shit been gettin' to my brain
Get this feeling like like
Like niggas tryna get me
Say he the richest in the room, I'm offended
Delete a bitch phonе number, tried to spin me
I'm a grown-ass man, I got it with mе
Yeah, woke up today like
"Let's go and cop a Bentley"
If I go slidin'
Know my niggas ridin' with me
It's suicide, why the fuck you go against me?
I give you somethin', bitch, it's interest
You makin' your decision
Chanel every color purse 'cause I
Know this bitch picky
Countin' the hundreds three times 'cause
I know the shit sticky
It ain't never personal, it's just business
Fuck the house
I'm just tryna buy the kitchen
He fuckin' up my play, shit
That's probably why we blitzed him
My Pradas untied
But I came from rockin' Christian
I used to get evicted, but
Now I got that chicken, remember me?
They askin' what's my favorite state
I told 'em Tennessee
You think I'm somethin' by myself
Wait 'til you see the team
A thousand Cubans, diamond links, Amiri jeans
One shoot, we all shoot
And that's by any means
Seventh letter in the alphabet, I been a G
A pint of red in a pop look like grenadine
I know some niggas off Turner, no Timothy
Fuck what it was
Let me tell you how it finna be
I'ma keep on runnin' to these plays
Hundreds in the safe
Foreigns every day like I'm in
London in a Wraith
They killin' over nothin'
It ain't nothin' but some pape'
Soon as them niggas hide
You the one that's in the grave
Me and my brothers used to starve, yeah
Our stomach used to ache
Now we lookin' at our cars like
"Which one you finna take?"
Quarter ticket or a whole one
Which one you finna make?
I give you somethin', bitch, it's interest
You makin' your decision
Chanel every color purse 'cause I
Know this bitch picky
Countin' the hundreds three times 'cause
I know the shit sticky
It ain't never personal, it's just business
Fuck the house
I'm just tryna buy the kitchen
He fuckin' up my play, shit
That's probably why we blitzed him
My Pradas untied
But I came from rockin' Christian
I used to get evicted, but
Now I got that chicken, remember me?
And they french kissin'
Itchin' off an RP, I'm a rich nigga
No domestic violence case, I'm a bitch hitter
If you rock the shit I rock
You a big spender a Cris' sipper
Brick flipper on a quick mission
A whole pint in a pop look like Trish in it
A lil' small conversation 'bout
Some big business
If you tryna get some money
Come and get with us
This money shit been gettin' to my brain
Get this feeling like like
Like niggas tryna get me
Say he the richest in the room, I'm offended
Delete a bitch phonе number, tried to spin me
I'm a grown-ass man, I got it with mе
Yeah, woke up today like
"Let's go and cop a Bentley"
If I go slidin'
Know my niggas ridin' with me
It's suicide, why the fuck you go against me?
I give you somethin', bitch, it's interest
You makin' your decision
Chanel every color purse 'cause I
Know this bitch picky
Countin' the hundreds three times 'cause
I know the shit sticky
It ain't never personal, it's just business
Fuck the house
I'm just tryna buy the kitchen
He fuckin' up my play, shit
That's probably why we blitzed him
My Pradas untied
But I came from rockin' Christian
I used to get evicted, but
Now I got that chicken, remember me?
They askin' what's my favorite state
I told 'em Tennessee
You think I'm somethin' by myself
Wait 'til you see the team
A thousand Cubans, diamond links, Amiri jeans
One shoot, we all shoot
And that's by any means
Seventh letter in the alphabet, I been a G
A pint of red in a pop look like grenadine
I know some niggas off Turner, no Timothy
Fuck what it was
Let me tell you how it finna be
I'ma keep on runnin' to these plays
Hundreds in the safe
Foreigns every day like I'm in
London in a Wraith
They killin' over nothin'
It ain't nothin' but some pape'
Soon as them niggas hide
You the one that's in the grave
Me and my brothers used to starve, yeah
Our stomach used to ache
Now we lookin' at our cars like
"Which one you finna take?"
Quarter ticket or a whole one
Which one you finna make?
I give you somethin', bitch, it's interest
You makin' your decision
Chanel every color purse 'cause I
Know this bitch picky
Countin' the hundreds three times 'cause
I know the shit sticky
It ain't never personal, it's just business
Fuck the house
I'm just tryna buy the kitchen
He fuckin' up my play, shit
That's probably why we blitzed him
My Pradas untied
But I came from rockin' Christian
I used to get evicted, but
Now I got that chicken, remember me?