Skilla Baby, Baby Money - EBT lyrics

Trevon Gardner

[Skilla Baby, Baby Money - EBT lyrics]

(Fuck the fire, we got grease) huh?
Uh uh, ah ah uh uh, ah
Huh?

If I take a nigga bitch on a trip
He ain't gon' get her back
Put her on a flight overnight
I'm really into that pussy good as hell
Take her in Chanel to get a bag
She buy me Amiri every month
We goin' tit-for tat
Alexander Wang for my one thing
That's chump change
She gon' go to Hutch, ice me up
She know I love chains
She just wanna see a skinny
Nigga in some buff frames
She know I spend that shit, plus I tuck pape'

Real street nigga, I'm every bitch type
Young rich nigga, I'm evеry bitch type
I be with drug dealеrs, I'm every bitch type
Ghetto young nigga, I'm every bitch type
That money gettin' spent
I'm every bitch type
That bag gettin' sent, I'm every bitch type
Turn the rags into riches
I'm every bitch type
I'm with the baddest of bitches
I'm every bitch type

I done Dior'd my kicks, I Dior'd my bitch
If she in my face, she gon' get hit
I know I'ma knock her down if she on my list
I love a bad bitch that
Don't mind a street nigga
That ain't gon' never give that
Pussy to a weak nigga
When she see the kit on me
I'ma leave with her
She don't want a fan, she want a VIP nigga
Matching minks in the winter, baby
I'm a D nigga
You ain't gon' get her back if Mari, Los
Or me hit her
These hoes be goin', these niggas be timid
She let a real nigga hit it
Now you wanna beef with her
Bankroll all Crip blue, I don't see niggas

Real street nigga, I'm every bitch type
Young rich nigga, I'm every bitch type
I be with drug dealers, I'm every bitch type
Ghetto young nigga, I'm every bitch type
That money gettin' spent
I'm every bitch type
That bag gettin' sent, I'm every bitch type
Turn the rags into riches
I'm every bitch type
I'm with the baddest of bitches
I'm every bitch type

I don't fuck with yellow gold, nigga
Every wrist white
A shark, that's every bitch type
Celine bags if I talk to you
I tell you that shit light
'Bout to take over a state and
Pay for every bitch flight
Hell yeah, she got a presi', her head deadly
Turkeys layin' around the crib like
We livin' at a deli
Turn my twenties into hundreds, it's a fetish
Them niggas blew they stash
Now they askin' for a method
Let me ask you hoes a question
Who really gettin' money?
From my watch to my necklace
Who really spendin' hundreds?
Hit your block and drop fifty twice
We really spin a hundred
I can't fuck for anything
So I gotta stand for something
Tell her blow me down
And if them bitches catch me up
Tell her hold me down
Y'all need to do some catchin' up
We be blowin' pounds
A thousand fiends out the crib
Look like Rolling Loud
I cleared the path in two months
So I know he proud

Real street nigga, I'm every bitch type
Young rich nigga, I'm every bitch type
I be with drug dealers, I'm every bitch type
Ghetto young nigga, I'm every bitch type
That money gettin' spent
I'm every bitch type
That bag gettin' sent, I'm every bitch type
Turn the rags into riches
I'm every bitch type
I'm with the baddest of bitches
I'm every bitch type

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