Baby Money - Strikers lyrics

Yeah

It's two strikers back to back
When we bend through shit
I lost three niggas this week
 you ain't been through shit
That secondhand 'cause that smoke you
Got in too thick we both was close
So you never know who really did it
Niggas hate you when you alive
But when you dead, they miss you
Spit on your name at first
But when you dead, they kiss you
Them rollies, chains, and new Pateks
Then it lead to riches
Quick to tell a bitch, "I just want the head
Don't kiss me"

They stabbed me in my back
And I fed them niggas you know how to kill a
Snake, cut the head off, nigga
Where the fuck was niggas at
When we shared our pistols?
Thirteen, thought I was
Grown, drinkin' Smirnoff, nigga
That's that real shit
Dropped out of school and took a field trip
Fuck some gymnastics, I make real flips
Blues on the trampoline, I make pill flips
Only nigga with the real shit
You gotta deal with it
Three trips get you a mil' ticket
Every one, we switch states
This a real business
Every day, I switch watches
I got real chickens
Five Cubans, got the chills with it
I don't feel niggas

It's two strikers back to back
When we bend through shit
I lost three niggas this week
You ain't been through shit
That secondhand 'cause that smoke you
Got in too thick we both was close
So you never know who really did it
Niggas hate you when you alive
But when you dead, they miss you
Spit on your name at first
But when you dead, they kiss you
Them rollies, chains, and new Pateks
Then it lead to riches
Quick to tell a bitch, "I just want the head
Don't kiss me"

Was in my bag before the fame
I couldn't take no days off
Treat my games like playoffs
Don't make us blow your face off
Put the Trishy in the Simply just
To throw the taste off
If you see her 'round the
Gang, then I hit her, adolf
Screamin', "What's crackin'?" with
Two C's, nigga, take them K's off
Found a way to pay ourself
So we can't get laid off
Twenty niggas tried to sign me, hell yeah
They made offers
I just picked up a ninety, shit
I'd rather stay a boss any time I took an L
I just said I paid the cost
Two hundred thousand in three days
My mama would've made me floss
Shit, we eatin' margaritas on the beach with
The plug havin' meetings
In Argentina with a bitch
I don't even know how to greet her

It's two strikers back to back
When we bend through shit
I lost three niggas this week
You ain't been through shit
That secondhand 'cause that smoke you
Got in too thick we both was close
So you never know who really did it
Niggas hate you when you alive
But when you dead, they miss you
Spit on your name at first
But when you dead, they kiss you
Them rollies, chains, and new Pateks
Then it lead to riches
Quick to tell a bitch, "I just want the head
Don't kiss me"