Baby Smoove - Fifth Ave lyrics
[Baby Smoove - Fifth Ave lyrics]
Meech
Came in with sixty K but to me this ain't a check
I can grab a GLE, I just ain't went and bought it yet
Dealing with some real paper, I got a different type of flex
Saks Fifth on Fifth Ave, 'bout to really spend a check
Boy your cup too light, that's why you don't feel it yet
Put my trunk in the front and my engine in the back
Tryna get high with me, you would have a heart attack
Shopping off the catalog, the shit that ain't out yet
Big money, big plans, big scams, and big ham
Young nigga on that, he off Percs and Xans
I might go and buy chains just to sit and watch it dance
You the type to be broke and get high with your last
I'ma go and get some phones way before I get a bag
This Fanta came yellow but right now this bitch red
I'ma shoot you in your neck, I ain't aiming at your leg
I'll flip a nigga house while his bitch ass in bed
Take the tag off them jeans, niggas never had shit
It don't matter where I go I will keep a bad bitch
Nothing that I do will ever be average
Ninety-five down my block, I'm just Hellcat-ing
I'ma pull up in your city if they got the backend
I don't believe these niggas 'cause they all capping
Put twenty on your head if you want some action
All that pain built up, it made me aggressive
Came in with sixty K but to me this ain't a check
I can grab a GLE, I just ain't went and bought it yet
Dealing with some real paper, I got a different type of flex
Saks Fifth on Fifth Ave, 'bout to really spend a check
Boy your cup too light, that's why you don't feel it yet
Put my trunk in the front and my engine in the back
Tryna get high with me, you would have a heart attack
Shopping off the catalog, the shit that ain't out yet
Came in with sixty K but to me this ain't a check
I can grab a GLE, I just ain't went and bought it yet
Dealing with some real paper, I got a different type of flex
Saks Fifth on Fifth Ave, 'bout to really spend a check
Boy your cup too light, that's why you don't feel it yet
Put my trunk in the front and my engine in the back
Tryna get high with me, you would have a heart attack
Shopping off the catalog, the shit that ain't out yet
Big money, big plans, big scams, and big ham
Young nigga on that, he off Percs and Xans
I might go and buy chains just to sit and watch it dance
You the type to be broke and get high with your last
I'ma go and get some phones way before I get a bag
This Fanta came yellow but right now this bitch red
I'ma shoot you in your neck, I ain't aiming at your leg
I'll flip a nigga house while his bitch ass in bed
Take the tag off them jeans, niggas never had shit
It don't matter where I go I will keep a bad bitch
Nothing that I do will ever be average
Ninety-five down my block, I'm just Hellcat-ing
I'ma pull up in your city if they got the backend
I don't believe these niggas 'cause they all capping
Put twenty on your head if you want some action
All that pain built up, it made me aggressive
Came in with sixty K but to me this ain't a check
I can grab a GLE, I just ain't went and bought it yet
Dealing with some real paper, I got a different type of flex
Saks Fifth on Fifth Ave, 'bout to really spend a check
Boy your cup too light, that's why you don't feel it yet
Put my trunk in the front and my engine in the back
Tryna get high with me, you would have a heart attack
Shopping off the catalog, the shit that ain't out yet