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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Money
Baby Money
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Waleed Fry
Waleed Fry
Composer
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Lyrics
Christian Wade
Christian Wade
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prodbyxeno
Prodbyxeno
Co-Producer
1800it
1800it
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
ProdByKaio
ProdByKaio
Co-Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
I'm on warrior time
Damn, you gon' do that bitch like that?
(Shit, what up, Kaio? This beat hard as hell)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, let's keep it real, **** never thought I'd get a deal
Was servin' with my lights off, sittin' in that field
Takin' panties off the pint, I just ripped the seal
He don't even finish meals, how he get a million?
When I copped that first Rollie, I had **** ill
Three hundred thousand on the jet, I got 'em poppin' pills
They might overdose
****, I hurt for this, ask myself if it's worth this shit
Obama, Trump, and Biden, this shit hurt my wrist
Book my sections, nine-to-five, I work for this shit
Book her flight to any state, she work for this dick
****, I'm two million in, three sisters, five brothers
Eighteen steppers on my tour, nine switches, nine cutters
Makin' plays on the ground, but the work fly above us
I can't wait for it to land, make some plays, get some money, go
You see 'em comin', bitch, don't run, ****, smack into 'em
I stand on expensive business, bitch, my khakis Louis
I ain't just rappin' on they song, bitch, I'm active truly
Can see a **** heart drop when I rack the fully
Minimize the space behind me, them **** that's beside me
They'll come and catch a body, that's just for Baby
Hellcat like I'm Omi, we ride with Dracs on homis
Don't let me catch you lyin', don't play me crazy
You see that news clip, bitch? I don't even know who did it
I drop two clips, bitch, one for Sosa in the trenches
Boy got his head ****, boy got his head wrapped
Change my number every month 'cause I think the feds tappin'
I been eatin' for a long time, three or four phone lines
Can't get rich tomorrow, so I'm in it for the long grind
They had me sittin' in my cell writin' songs off of Remeron
Three Rollies, two APs, I'm on my own time
They tryna turn me down, I'm T'd up
Each chain a hundred thou', I'm V'd up
We broke the truck down, let's reup
I should pay for the Packers, my cheese up
You know why these **** mad, we gettin' money
You know why these **** mad, we gettin' money
I know these **** mad, we gettin' money
I know these **** mad, we gettin' money
[Outro]
Keep that, let's adlib it
Written by: Carlos Fische, Christian Wade, Waleed Fry
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