Baby Money, Tay B - We Ain’t Even lyrics

(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Huh, huh hah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy

These niggas prayin' that I lose, man
They really hopin'
I can tell them niggas broke
And they ain't havin' motion
The bitch pussy tight,  I'ma bust it open
Put a Cuban on my bitch
It look like she chokin'
Fucked around and hit her raw
'cause the condom broken
My young niggas grabbed a switch
Like they mama told 'em
Got a drum and two sticks
Like I'm rockin' rollin'
I tried to hit him in his chest
But I hit his colon
Yeah, put a nigga on a shit bag
You ain't never spent 5K on your bitch bag
Pull up to your crib
I got more whips than Six Flags
Gettin' neck from your bitch
She fucked around and got whiplash
That lil' shit up in your stash, man
That's pocket change
You steady snеak dissin', nigga, drop a name
I got too many bustdowns, I'ma cop it plain
I'm like Lamar in the club
You can't stop thе rain
These niggas, they just talkin', man
They cap for real
I talk like I'm that 'cause
I'm that for real
Man, this shit was really hard
I made it look easy
On the 'Gram tryna squash the beef
They look like Yeezy
Eighty thousand in my ears, I look like Peezy
Disrespect a nigga in his face
He look like Jeezy yeah, AR get to singin'
Like it's Chris Breezy i'm the catch
Don't give a fuck if a bitch leave me
Nicknamed her Baby Money 'cause
The bitch easy
She always askin' for some shit
'cause the bitch needy
I ain't gotta eat her pussy
Let my bitch eat it
Eighty degrees outside and my wrist freezin'
I'm in Saint Thomas at the Ritz eatin'
Oh, you want problems? I'll really
Have your clique grievin'
Get your shit pushed back
Chill with that reachin'
Nigga was talkin' too much
Now he ain't breathin'
If a label playin' with my song, fuck it
I'ma leak it i ain't want his bitch, but
I took her, fuck it, I'ma keep her
She ain't know how to suck dick, fuck it
I'ma teach her
I fucked a bitch, you fucked a nigga, bitch
We ain't even

Yeah, 'cause we send some
Shots, then got dropped
That's the top reason
Flew her out for the neck
Now her flight leaving
Done flood the whole hood with snow
Got the block freezin'
If you fuck her with your bitch
That is not cheatin'
We keep makin' all this money
It can't change us
Four Cubans, all bang, get your chains up
Five hundred 'bows, TSA
Got the plane stuffed
If you ain't callin' 'bout no pape'
I'ma hang up
Niggas hot on Instagram, drop a lo'
Buy a ring every hundred thousand, nigga
I'm on four
I got beans runnin' in and out
Who tryna hit the road?
The car move by it'self, bitch
Ain't never seen a ghost, Easy money