Baby Money - Team of Bad Bitches lyrics

(Bankhead, what's happening?)
I'ma need a new starting five
Bitches 'bout to start comin' off the bench
(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)

A team full of bad bitches, go pick a jersey
Stay away from broke niggas
I think I'm allergic
You scared of money, when you come around
You niggas nervous
I'm in the Lamb' cuttin' traffic, nigga
I'm a surgeon
When we say we poppin' thirties, nigga
It ain't Perkies
My lil' bitch a spot worker
So I buy her purses (Get what she need)
I'll bust a bitch down if the bitch worth it
(Anything) if you can't help me make a dime
Then a bitch worthless (Mhm)

Boy, don't call my phone trippin'
Talkin' 'bout no bitch
Don't call my phone about no work
I think you tryna snitch
Your baby mama called my phone
Shе told me I'm the shit
I just called thе bank back
They told me I was rich
A thousand yeahs in what order
Make a lot of sense (I'm on my way)
Never talk without your lawyer, boy
That's common sense
He askin' why we on his ass
You chose the opposite
Hangin' with them bitch niggas
That's what got him zipped
Keep your opinion to yourself
Y'all is not no killers
If you screamin' out you real
You is not the realest
They gave my lil' nigga life
He be poppin' jiggas
You talkin' down to get some pussy
And you still ain't hit it

A team full of bad bitches, go pick a jersey
Stay away from broke niggas
I think I'm allergic
You scared of money, when you come around
You niggas nervous
I'm in the Lamb' cuttin' traffic, nigga
I'm a surgeon
When we say we poppin' thirties, nigga
It ain't Perkies
My lil' bitch a spot worker
So I buy her purses (Get what she need)
I'll bust a bitch down if the bitch worth it
(Anything) if you can't help me make a dime
Then a bitch worthless (Mhm)

Got two phones, one for hoes
One with shit urgent
Tolerate no disrespect, we grab sticks
Purging dropped out of school
I been ballin' ever since Pershing
The gang got the same chain
This the big version
She asked for a bag, I looked at her
"You ain't even earn it" (Is you stupid?)
Beat a brick of girl down
Like it's Tina Turner (Jump on it)
Drive the load back from Cali'
It's gon' be a journey (Take a risk)
But when the whole bag gone
You should see the earnings (Money)
I got bitches that got niggas
They just wanna fuck me (Mhm)
This bitch must think I'm a sucker
She just said she love me (yeah right)
She called my phone, I hung up
This ain't 'bout no money (Shut up)
A half a ticket in all twenties
I turned in for hundreds

A team full of bad bitches, go pick a jersey
Stay away from broke niggas
I think I'm allergic
You scared of money, when you come around
You niggas nervous
I'm in the Lamb' cuttin' traffic, nigga
I'm a surgeon
When we say we poppin' thirties, nigga
It ain't Perkies
My lil' bitch a spot worker
So I buy her purses (Get what she need)
I'll bust a bitch down if the bitch worth it
(Anything) if you can't help me make a dime
Then a bitch worthless (Mhm)