Baby Money - Wallah lyrics

(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? What the fuck got into you?)
(Come on, P)
Come and get the rope

I was in the kitchen for like two days 'til my wrist locked
Had me cookin' up for all ten plays with a big pot
Niggas fold under that pressure, we don't miss pies
He took the stand up on my mans, now he gotta sit down
Don't come around tryna change the plan, we serve Miss Ja
Started smacking the police face, nigga, that's Chris Rock
I'm takin' off soon as I land, this a pit stop
This paper have these hoes scissor or get a nigga rocked
Voila, the bag gone, just let mе know when you send 'em
Voila, wе at his home, get a nigga gone in a minute
Voila, he was in the Lamb', why he jump inside the Bentley?
Voila, way before she met him, she ain't have no titties
Fah-fah, that nigga gone, bro, I ain't even care
Ta-da, the bag here, watch me make it disappear
I try, got a big goal, watch me make it in a year
My wrist gold, tap two pints together and say, "Cheers"
That nigga dead, boy, voila


That's your bitch, I got the head, boy, voila
With my Arabs, countin' bread, on Allah
Lil' bitch Melo, La La
Old niggas off lean, young niggas off coke
I don't bring bro around, he'll burn you off a joke
I done seen it all, done it all, did this shit before
I done seen it all, done it all, did this shit before
I got jeans, I got blow, if I'm drinkin', then it's more
Never see me with my pole 'cause that bitch inside my coat
You know I always share the wealth
You was broke, I tried to help
Ran off, you hung yourself
Nigga, come and get the rope