BabyTron - Money = Power lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - Money = Power lyrics]
Fuck the fire, we got grease
It's a Helluva beat, baby
If it's war, then I'm front line
Off the Quagen in the whip
I don't drunk drive
Every day, it's a grind, not sometimes
Some days rainstorm, some sunshine
Fifty racks, rubber band it
I ain't got enough, tie it
Touch down in the O like a Buckeye
If I up this roll
Guarantee she'd be buck eyed
Thirty pointer, forty pointer
Watch the buff shine
Yeah, I'm on top now, but it was a rough ride
Been the one, you can ask Miss Krumrie
Up high, I just left my double cup dry
Bitch a nickel
But she actin' like she plus five
When bro slid through
Whoever ain't duck died
Long trip, you would think we on a truck ride
Fan hot as hell, tryna get his gun signed
Life a gamble and I'm on the good luck side
Slam dunkin' work like the gut smacker
Stay away from bro, he a buff snatcher
Ridin' in the spaceship
It's only right I tuck blaster
Throw the work on the floor
It get stumped after
On the wild West, gotta know I'm gun slingin'
Sun beamin', fuck around, I might come demon
Sick you put your lips on her
She just drunk semen
Dude actin' like a cop, it ain't cuff season
Once you post some weird shit
Get that one treatment
Fat-ass pocket watchin'
Better watch your calories
Fat-ass pocket watchin'
Better watch your salary
Jeans Chrome Heart, shirt from the Gallery
Thinkin' that he charged up
Knock out his batteries
Why they mad at me? I put the work in
Once they spot a wave
They gon' try to surf in
Once they spot a wave, they
Gon' try to - Alright, look
I left they face sour from defeat
Huh, if money equals power, then you weak
You do not got cheese
Been around a couple G's
You a motherfuckin' lame, ham, clown
And a dweeb if it ain't got no age
That account bound to freeze
Tried to lock us out the game
'til the gang found the keys
Get you knocked off silent
I ain't gotta shout and scream
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, yeah
It's a Helluva beat, baby
If it's war, then I'm front line
Off the Quagen in the whip
I don't drunk drive
Every day, it's a grind, not sometimes
Some days rainstorm, some sunshine
Fifty racks, rubber band it
I ain't got enough, tie it
Touch down in the O like a Buckeye
If I up this roll
Guarantee she'd be buck eyed
Thirty pointer, forty pointer
Watch the buff shine
Yeah, I'm on top now, but it was a rough ride
Been the one, you can ask Miss Krumrie
Up high, I just left my double cup dry
Bitch a nickel
But she actin' like she plus five
When bro slid through
Whoever ain't duck died
Long trip, you would think we on a truck ride
Fan hot as hell, tryna get his gun signed
Life a gamble and I'm on the good luck side
Slam dunkin' work like the gut smacker
Stay away from bro, he a buff snatcher
Ridin' in the spaceship
It's only right I tuck blaster
Throw the work on the floor
It get stumped after
On the wild West, gotta know I'm gun slingin'
Sun beamin', fuck around, I might come demon
Sick you put your lips on her
She just drunk semen
Dude actin' like a cop, it ain't cuff season
Once you post some weird shit
Get that one treatment
Fat-ass pocket watchin'
Better watch your calories
Fat-ass pocket watchin'
Better watch your salary
Jeans Chrome Heart, shirt from the Gallery
Thinkin' that he charged up
Knock out his batteries
Why they mad at me? I put the work in
Once they spot a wave
They gon' try to surf in
Once they spot a wave, they
Gon' try to - Alright, look
I left they face sour from defeat
Huh, if money equals power, then you weak
You do not got cheese
Been around a couple G's
You a motherfuckin' lame, ham, clown
And a dweeb if it ain't got no age
That account bound to freeze
Tried to lock us out the game
'til the gang found the keys
Get you knocked off silent
I ain't gotta shout and scream
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, yeah