Baby Money - Yo Fault lyrics
Baby Money [Carlos Deshawn Fischer] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Baby Money - Yo Fault lyrics]
Yeah (Thanks for the gift, E)
We up one when them switches
Rain down on your set
See them dark clouds coming
Your fault you got wet
Your fault you why you lack
Your fault you got splat
Your fault they stomped you
Out, nigga, slatt, get back
Turned our ARs up
Tell 'em we don't do no TEC
You survive from this fully, boy
Just take it as a blessing
Took some L's down the way
I had to take it as a lesson
Never show them boys a way if
They ain't never had no method
In my ride, ain't no question
I'm forever stepping
Legend in my hood and I'm
The richest in my section
And we got work in thе alley and
Got sticks in the next crib
Two for fivе thousand on the drank
Got my neck lit we street niggas
Niggas can't hang around the gang
They wanna beef with us
Let them boys promote my name
They can keep dissing
I put a bag on my mans, this a flea flicker
So much work in the crib
I need three kitchens
Three bitches keep kissing 'cause I'm me
Nigga
John Cena in the Patek, I can't see niggas
These hoes hate the way I live
I can't keep bitches
We gon' keep smackin' heads
They gon' keep missing
We up one when them switches
Rain down on your set
See them dark clouds coming
Your fault you got wet
Your fault you why you lack
Your fault you got splat
Your fault they stomped you
Out, nigga, slatt, get back
Turned our ARs up
Tell 'em we don't do no TEC
You survive from this fully, boy
Just take it as a blessing
Took some L's down the way
I had to take it as a lesson
Never show them boys a way if
They ain't never had no method
'Cause they holding up you in the crib
It's your fault that you broke as fuck
I got this trophy out the mud
So I hold it up
These bitches wanna fuck a thug
'cause they know I'm up
Throwing C's in the air
She say she know I'm cuz she know I bust
I let bad bitches roll my blunts
This shit ain't nothin'
Buy a purse just to hide my gun
I go slide for fun, deep
Then I ride with drums
Spin again just in case you survive off one
You ain't like my watch plain
It's your fault it got bust
You was playing on Instagram
It's your fault you got touched
Switched up for a chain
It's your fault you not us
Brought your bitch around the gang, it's
Your fault she got fucked, easy Money
We up one when them switches
Rain down on your set
See them dark clouds coming
Your fault you got wet
Your fault you why you lack
Your fault you got splat
Your fault they stomped you
Out, nigga, slatt, get back
Turned our ARs up
Tell 'em we don't do no TEC
You survive from this fully, boy
Just take it as a blessing
Took some L's down the way
I had to take it as a lesson
Never show them boys a way if
They ain't never had no method
We up one when them switches
Rain down on your set
See them dark clouds coming
Your fault you got wet
Your fault you why you lack
Your fault you got splat
Your fault they stomped you
Out, nigga, slatt, get back
Turned our ARs up
Tell 'em we don't do no TEC
You survive from this fully, boy
Just take it as a blessing
Took some L's down the way
I had to take it as a lesson
Never show them boys a way if
They ain't never had no method
In my ride, ain't no question
I'm forever stepping
Legend in my hood and I'm
The richest in my section
And we got work in thе alley and
Got sticks in the next crib
Two for fivе thousand on the drank
Got my neck lit we street niggas
Niggas can't hang around the gang
They wanna beef with us
Let them boys promote my name
They can keep dissing
I put a bag on my mans, this a flea flicker
So much work in the crib
I need three kitchens
Three bitches keep kissing 'cause I'm me
Nigga
John Cena in the Patek, I can't see niggas
These hoes hate the way I live
I can't keep bitches
We gon' keep smackin' heads
They gon' keep missing
We up one when them switches
Rain down on your set
See them dark clouds coming
Your fault you got wet
Your fault you why you lack
Your fault you got splat
Your fault they stomped you
Out, nigga, slatt, get back
Turned our ARs up
Tell 'em we don't do no TEC
You survive from this fully, boy
Just take it as a blessing
Took some L's down the way
I had to take it as a lesson
Never show them boys a way if
They ain't never had no method
'Cause they holding up you in the crib
It's your fault that you broke as fuck
I got this trophy out the mud
So I hold it up
These bitches wanna fuck a thug
'cause they know I'm up
Throwing C's in the air
She say she know I'm cuz she know I bust
I let bad bitches roll my blunts
This shit ain't nothin'
Buy a purse just to hide my gun
I go slide for fun, deep
Then I ride with drums
Spin again just in case you survive off one
You ain't like my watch plain
It's your fault it got bust
You was playing on Instagram
It's your fault you got touched
Switched up for a chain
It's your fault you not us
Brought your bitch around the gang, it's
Your fault she got fucked, easy Money
We up one when them switches
Rain down on your set
See them dark clouds coming
Your fault you got wet
Your fault you why you lack
Your fault you got splat
Your fault they stomped you
Out, nigga, slatt, get back
Turned our ARs up
Tell 'em we don't do no TEC
You survive from this fully, boy
Just take it as a blessing
Took some L's down the way
I had to take it as a lesson
Never show them boys a way if
They ain't never had no method