Baby Money - Run With Me lyrics

(Roh, OG Dynasty, Dynasty)

It's snowin', but I'm still dodgin' deers
Take a nigga life, commandeer
That nigga shouldn't've talked
He volunteered
A new era, we been smackin' niggas' lids
Y'all ship sinkin', man
Y'all captain must be dead fuckin' my bitch
Countin' racks up in my head
I pulled out 'cause my package 'bout to land
Don't let this pussy get in
The way of that bread
You can run with me, just don't start walkin'
They get you in that room, bitch
Don't start talkin'
I ain't buyin' no more 'bows, bitch
I'm buyin' coffins
It's Lemon Cherry every blunt, bitch
That's why I'm coughin'
Yeah, that's an eight, right?
It's to the face, right?
A small world, I met my plug on a date site
Then we got to third base by the eighth night

Front 'em all, bad lil' bitch
But she her own boss
Say she'll never love a nigga
But rock Chrome Heart
We droppin' bodies, sellin' work
This shit like Ozark the crib big
I drive the foreign like it's a go-kart
You ain't no dog, lil' nigga
You ain't got no bite, no bark
You iced up, you ain't got no house, no car
You gon' run out of gas, stash so far
They did an x ray on my body
Ain't got no heart

I'm tryin' shit I never did, on some mob shit
Butterfly my steak, caviar my side dish
Knew it was easy
Tried to cover up my eyelids
If it don't make money
Chill with all the nonsense
He still'll blow that Five-seveN, he 5'6"
Whole city know his face, so he ride tints
Can't get two to five
Years for twenty-five bricks
And if they make his bond a mil'
I'ma come get him
One plain, one bust, still a young nigga
Yeah, they call me Baby Money
I got grown chicken
Ask the city, 'fore I signed
Was my phone trippin'?
Ask how long they been on Poe and
Them boys Crippin'
Tryna serve my clientele, I missed the show
Nigga that lil' dope go out the door
And it's a whole sixty
They got me prayin' for myself
But that road tricky
I done sold so much work
I had to call the plug
And tell that bitch this

Front 'em all, bad lil' bitch
But she her own boss
Say she'll never love a nigga
But rock Chrome Heart
We droppin' bodies, sellin' work
This shit like Ozark the crib big
I drive the foreign like it's a go-kart
You ain't no dog, lil' nigga
You ain't got no bite, no bark
You iced up, you ain't got no house, no car
You gon' run out of gas, stash so far
They did an x ray on my body
Ain't got no heart