Baby Money - Top 10 lyrics
Baby Money [Carlos Deshawn Fischer] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Baby Money - Top 10 lyrics]
(Enrgy Beats)
Oh, you back doin'? What you want? Chill out
Buggin' what else?
These bitches comin' to the
Door like they was pizza
She ain't tryna hit that road, I'ma leave her
I'm paintin' shit like I'm an artist
Mona Lisa walk up your block and drop
Shells like it's Easter
Go out the way and cop bales, yeah
We ringin' and we coppin' big
Came presi' two times like Obama did
I'd go broke to get Sosa on my mama kids
These niggas always talkin' bricks
But only choppin' bids
The same nigga talkin' prices
Never coppin' shit
All these niggas totin' pistols
Never poppin' shit
Put a nigga in his feelings
Go and drop his bitch
Since I know them boys listenin'
Let me pop my shit 'Cause I'm gettin' off
And that rose gold brick cost a brick of dog
If I go and send a blitz
They gon' pick you off
I ain't even check the price
I just picked and bought it
'Cause we up, lame
Three thousand on a 'fit, boy
That's chump change
Don't make me take this bustdown
Off and come plain
She got a attitude and rude
Like the lunch lady
But she always keep it cool
Like her first day
I just fucked Saks up, it need first aid
If it was hustlers of they year
We came in first place the shit I do
You only do it on your birthday
They screamin', "Easy
" you can tell by what they shirt say
She say her pussy like the ocean
She a mermaid
They like, "What days you off work?" Nigga
No days they took the Draco from my mans
We bought more K's
Spray your whip while you in traffic
Call it road rage i know I'm sippin'
But I'm tryna die from old age
Bitch, when I'm sixty
I'ma still be trappin' OJs
Makin' a killin' off that white girl like OJ
Drop them bitches out the air
And make the earth shake
When I get married, boy
That money gon' be my best man
They know my name, ain't gotta tap in
We ridin', then we slidin'
Lil' nigga better strap in
I go today, bitch, I'm top ten
Oh, you back doin'? What you want? Chill out
Buggin' what else?
These bitches comin' to the
Door like they was pizza
She ain't tryna hit that road, I'ma leave her
I'm paintin' shit like I'm an artist
Mona Lisa walk up your block and drop
Shells like it's Easter
Go out the way and cop bales, yeah
We ringin' and we coppin' big
Came presi' two times like Obama did
I'd go broke to get Sosa on my mama kids
These niggas always talkin' bricks
But only choppin' bids
The same nigga talkin' prices
Never coppin' shit
All these niggas totin' pistols
Never poppin' shit
Put a nigga in his feelings
Go and drop his bitch
Since I know them boys listenin'
Let me pop my shit 'Cause I'm gettin' off
And that rose gold brick cost a brick of dog
If I go and send a blitz
They gon' pick you off
I ain't even check the price
I just picked and bought it
'Cause we up, lame
Three thousand on a 'fit, boy
That's chump change
Don't make me take this bustdown
Off and come plain
She got a attitude and rude
Like the lunch lady
But she always keep it cool
Like her first day
I just fucked Saks up, it need first aid
If it was hustlers of they year
We came in first place the shit I do
You only do it on your birthday
They screamin', "Easy
" you can tell by what they shirt say
She say her pussy like the ocean
She a mermaid
They like, "What days you off work?" Nigga
No days they took the Draco from my mans
We bought more K's
Spray your whip while you in traffic
Call it road rage i know I'm sippin'
But I'm tryna die from old age
Bitch, when I'm sixty
I'ma still be trappin' OJs
Makin' a killin' off that white girl like OJ
Drop them bitches out the air
And make the earth shake
When I get married, boy
That money gon' be my best man
They know my name, ain't gotta tap in
We ridin', then we slidin'
Lil' nigga better strap in
I go today, bitch, I'm top ten