Louie Ray, Baby Money - Next to A M lyrics
Baby Money [Carlos Deshawn Fischer] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Louie Ray, Baby Money - Next to A M lyrics]
(It's a Wayne beat) yeah
Nigga, look up at me, I don't talk down
(Southside shit)
Nigga, this a walkdown
Look up at me while I talk
'cause I don't talk down
He was playin' thinkin' niggas playin'
That's how he caught rounds
Weed strong, without smoking
You gon' cough loud
Yeah, the sports mode shift give a soft growl
I be havin' business waitin' on
Me when I touch down
I'm finna buy some more chains
Ain't enough 'round
You ain't got no other choice
But come up 'round me
Fuck a bad bitch while she bleedin'
Lay the cloth down
No excuse or reasons why she leavin'
Gettin' tossed out
We buyin' Black-owned businesses
Call the boss out i got a map of what I
Wanna do right her bought ahh
Yeah, right here chalked out
He wasn't talkin' what I'm tryna hear
That's why I walked out
Yeah, I ain't sellin' weed
I'm sellin' work now
S560, sixty on a bustdown
We gettin' money easy, pop Percs, it's needed
You don't see nobody hatin' on you
Give 'em a reason couple plays waitin'
So I'm flat out speedin'
I don't owe nobody shit
I done been broke even
I know I'm young, but I been in the game
From sellin' dope to fistfights
I done been in the gang
I ain't switchin' up on the streets
Still bend 'em the same
Never thought I'd see an M
This money gettin' insane
Never thought I'd see an M
This shit get to my brain
All that fightin' shit cool 'til
I get to that thing
Every time I switch the strap
I be switchin' my aim
Dependin' on the kickback, boy
Don't get in the way
Okay, this money make me horny
My money make me money
Ask God can He forgive me? I
Been trappin' on a Sunday
Every day Halloween
My whole gang serve pumpkins
You wanna eat, follow me
My whole gang been crunchin'
Masks on, no trick-or-treat
Catch somethin' sweet
If you really love a nigga
Go and stretch one for me
Fucked up in real life
He just flex on the beat
Deal money made me legal
Put a check in the street
Put an X on my beef, a five by the sixty
I bang two times ten and
I fly out niggas' bitches
You can still own the house
I'm just buyin' out the kitchen
Thought you was real in real life
But I found out you fiction, easy money
I know I'm young, but I been in the game
From sellin' dope to fistfights
I done been in the gang
I ain't switchin' up on the streets
Still bend 'em the same
Never thought I'd see an M
This money gettin' insane
Never thought I'd see an M
This shit get to my brain
All that fightin' shit cool 'til
I get to that thing
Every time I switch the strap
I be switchin' my aim
Dependin' on the kickback, boy
Don't get in the way
Nigga, look up at me, I don't talk down
(Southside shit)
Nigga, this a walkdown
Look up at me while I talk
'cause I don't talk down
He was playin' thinkin' niggas playin'
That's how he caught rounds
Weed strong, without smoking
You gon' cough loud
Yeah, the sports mode shift give a soft growl
I be havin' business waitin' on
Me when I touch down
I'm finna buy some more chains
Ain't enough 'round
You ain't got no other choice
But come up 'round me
Fuck a bad bitch while she bleedin'
Lay the cloth down
No excuse or reasons why she leavin'
Gettin' tossed out
We buyin' Black-owned businesses
Call the boss out i got a map of what I
Wanna do right her bought ahh
Yeah, right here chalked out
He wasn't talkin' what I'm tryna hear
That's why I walked out
Yeah, I ain't sellin' weed
I'm sellin' work now
S560, sixty on a bustdown
We gettin' money easy, pop Percs, it's needed
You don't see nobody hatin' on you
Give 'em a reason couple plays waitin'
So I'm flat out speedin'
I don't owe nobody shit
I done been broke even
I know I'm young, but I been in the game
From sellin' dope to fistfights
I done been in the gang
I ain't switchin' up on the streets
Still bend 'em the same
Never thought I'd see an M
This money gettin' insane
Never thought I'd see an M
This shit get to my brain
All that fightin' shit cool 'til
I get to that thing
Every time I switch the strap
I be switchin' my aim
Dependin' on the kickback, boy
Don't get in the way
Okay, this money make me horny
My money make me money
Ask God can He forgive me? I
Been trappin' on a Sunday
Every day Halloween
My whole gang serve pumpkins
You wanna eat, follow me
My whole gang been crunchin'
Masks on, no trick-or-treat
Catch somethin' sweet
If you really love a nigga
Go and stretch one for me
Fucked up in real life
He just flex on the beat
Deal money made me legal
Put a check in the street
Put an X on my beef, a five by the sixty
I bang two times ten and
I fly out niggas' bitches
You can still own the house
I'm just buyin' out the kitchen
Thought you was real in real life
But I found out you fiction, easy money
I know I'm young, but I been in the game
From sellin' dope to fistfights
I done been in the gang
I ain't switchin' up on the streets
Still bend 'em the same
Never thought I'd see an M
This money gettin' insane
Never thought I'd see an M
This shit get to my brain
All that fightin' shit cool 'til
I get to that thing
Every time I switch the strap
I be switchin' my aim
Dependin' on the kickback, boy
Don't get in the way