Babyface Ray, Baby Money - With Us lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
Baby Money [Carlos Deshawn Fischer] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Babyface Ray, Baby Money - With Us lyrics]
Coach me Joey jose the plug
Said that’s another thirty thousand
Every time we land (time we land)
Brick open that’s a thousand grams
(thousand on ‘em) joey
Yeah, see that’s another sixty thousand
Every time we land
Bust a brick open that’s a thousand grams
Put a two on that dog bark
Break it down to bags
Niggas see my name buzzin’
Y’all is not my mans
Nigga the choppa still smokin’
We gon’ slide again
Dracos and long Ks, call ‘em Rob and Big
Nigga fuck your sixty dub
You get gunshot again
Used to hit cribs with five hundred
Now I rob with ten
Twelve hundred Neiman Marcus
Shit I should’ve walked on water
All these old niggas mad
Shit I should’ve fucked they daughter
Get my work from ‘cross the border
Stuff her then I ignore her
She suck me, I’m gon’ record her
For blues I want a quarter
Keep oranges like I’m from Florida
Keep shooters ‘cause I’m important
Nigga move, or we extort him
These bows just came imported
I started off rocking forces
Love you but never force it
I’m running from law enforcers
Support me you get rewarded
Bet a nigga don’t play with us
They know we keep them Ks with us
A hundred shots, we got dracs with us
They know them sticks stay with us
Yep, in my white tee
Skybox or courtside like I’m Spike Lee
I walked in, 12 disciples turn a sprite pink
In Margielas, euro stepping like I’m Mo-G
Ho please
Gave her perc work now she won’t leave
Shop now
You can get a Beep if you know Kareem
I shot down, I put in leg work
Now I know the fiends
That’s when I found out you sip with it
You get more for beans
I got wocky in my baby bottle
Run off with my shit we caught him
We be shaking shit like Harlem
Make yo’ section 8 the carter
Happy father’s day, I taught him
MX1 Amiris, bought ‘em
Niggas don’t be nowhere ballin’
I’m in the club it's singles fallin’
I’m high, I think them people on us
Nigga it’s a dirty game so I keep it on me
You poured a line and split the pop
You ain’t drinkin’ nothin’
That money turn around
Baby girl pussy leakin’ on me
Bet a nigga don’t play with us
They know we keep them Ks with us
A hundred shots, we got dracs with us
They know them sticks stay with us
Said that’s another thirty thousand
Every time we land (time we land)
Brick open that’s a thousand grams
(thousand on ‘em) joey
Yeah, see that’s another sixty thousand
Every time we land
Bust a brick open that’s a thousand grams
Put a two on that dog bark
Break it down to bags
Niggas see my name buzzin’
Y’all is not my mans
Nigga the choppa still smokin’
We gon’ slide again
Dracos and long Ks, call ‘em Rob and Big
Nigga fuck your sixty dub
You get gunshot again
Used to hit cribs with five hundred
Now I rob with ten
Twelve hundred Neiman Marcus
Shit I should’ve walked on water
All these old niggas mad
Shit I should’ve fucked they daughter
Get my work from ‘cross the border
Stuff her then I ignore her
She suck me, I’m gon’ record her
For blues I want a quarter
Keep oranges like I’m from Florida
Keep shooters ‘cause I’m important
Nigga move, or we extort him
These bows just came imported
I started off rocking forces
Love you but never force it
I’m running from law enforcers
Support me you get rewarded
Bet a nigga don’t play with us
They know we keep them Ks with us
A hundred shots, we got dracs with us
They know them sticks stay with us
Yep, in my white tee
Skybox or courtside like I’m Spike Lee
I walked in, 12 disciples turn a sprite pink
In Margielas, euro stepping like I’m Mo-G
Ho please
Gave her perc work now she won’t leave
Shop now
You can get a Beep if you know Kareem
I shot down, I put in leg work
Now I know the fiends
That’s when I found out you sip with it
You get more for beans
I got wocky in my baby bottle
Run off with my shit we caught him
We be shaking shit like Harlem
Make yo’ section 8 the carter
Happy father’s day, I taught him
MX1 Amiris, bought ‘em
Niggas don’t be nowhere ballin’
I’m in the club it's singles fallin’
I’m high, I think them people on us
Nigga it’s a dirty game so I keep it on me
You poured a line and split the pop
You ain’t drinkin’ nothin’
That money turn around
Baby girl pussy leakin’ on me
Bet a nigga don’t play with us
They know we keep them Ks with us
A hundred shots, we got dracs with us
They know them sticks stay with us