Baby Girl (feat. Max B)

Like hold up, wait a minute

I'm in a coupe, laid up in it

Sunk in the seat, suede all in it

Drop top roof, blowing haze all in it

And y'all know I'm a straight up menace

Run up in your crib, there's a safe up in it

New York City, y'all ain't safe up in it

Y'all **** fugazi, my **** authentic

The game like bitches that need makeup

These **** beefing and kissing and then they make up

Shit, I still prowl through the gutter

All you hear 'em say is that's a wild muhfucker

It's been a while muhfucker

Had to fall back, face a trial 'cause of Rucker

One Eyed Willie, you can come try and kill me

Still riding that five, you can get hung high silly

Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dipset? (Yeah)

Well the,n you gotta get your lips wet (What?)

Baby girl, we getting them big checks, tre pound, sawed off

We splitting them big checks (Ow)

Y'all ain't thought he's supposed to flow

Thought he's supposed to go

Thought he's supposed to blow (Who dat?)

It's Dipset, baby, Dipset

****, it's Jim Jones

Uh, now everybody know me

Usually in the club with a bunch of OGs

We pop bottles and we all smoke weed

And we burn this bitch down, better call police

And y'all know you don't want that beef

I'm tryna G mack, look at all these freaks

Besides, the dance floor looks sweet

So like Lil Jon we can all skeet, skeet

To the window

I'm tryna bag this bimbo

Man, she spilled her drink on the tan Timbos

Stunting hard in my b-boy pose

You got nothing on me, dogs, ain't a V I ain't drove

Fuck about the law, top speed on the road

Four-four squeeze, breathe, reload (Breathe)

And if I gotta take it that far

That mean I left the club, ****, and went straight to the car

Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dipset? (Yeah)

Well then you gotta get your lips wet (What?)

Baby girl, we getting them big checks, tre pound, sawed off

We splitting them big checks (Ow)

Y'all ain't thought he's supposed to flow

Thought he's supposed to go

Thought he's supposed to blow (Who dat?)

It's Dipset, baby, Dipset

****, it's Jim Jones

I live that hard rock life

Mix a whole pot to that hard rock white

Six-four-five hardtop white

Big four-five for you hard rocks, aight?

And my advice to the buyers

Although the city's hot, I rock ice through the fire

Listening to Pac, live life like a rider

When I pull up to the block fiends wiping off the tires

So I got to be the hardest

Fifteenth and Lennox with my posse in the projects

Five hundred on the tenants, I'm like Gotti in the projects

Jewish lawyers, ****, so I got to beat the charges

So how's that for starters?

Forty cal, ****, blow back your Starter

New Jack City, two blocks from the Carter

Foul hunters double up, AKA this is Harlem

Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dipset? (Yeah)

Well then you gotta get your lips wet (What?)

Baby girl, we getting them big checks, tre pound, sawed off

We splitting them big checks (Ow)

Y'all ain't thought he's supposed to flow

Thought he's supposed to go

Thought he's supposed to blow (Who dat?)

It's Dipset, baby, Dipset

****, it's Jim Jones