Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BABYKIRA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Wice
Composer
John Nocito
Composer
Antonio Akira Lynch
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacob Wice
Producer
John Nocito
Producer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Wice-Budner
Producer
Lyrics
Baby girl you a monster
Tried to show me how my funds work
Type shit on a bad day
It be good on them bad days
Least you not in a rat race
You always good for that, check.
I thought you coulda been a doctor
Your old life look smaller
The new body look larger
Them bitches gotta be real
I played it safe for a week
You play it safe for your life
No, this ain’t the same thing
Fuck it go on and blame me
I made a check from a dream
The life that I wanted what I live
Why the fuck you gon blame me
Don’t we both have the same greed
Don’t we both have the same needs
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Baby girl you a monster
In that G-class throwing concerts
Whipping shit off of hard work
Bought it cuz you work smarter
Got it cuz you not afraid now
Weak bitch have a break down
I thought you coulda been a lawyer,
The way you make hoes break out
Them lil **** on yo page now
Act yo budget not yo age now
Caught em guard when you step on the stage
Miami Beach got you baking the cake
Not tryna be cordial
A 10 pack for a walk thru
Lemon squeeze they don’t charge you
Tiffany color costumes
Big league doing boss moves
Chivalry can’t afford you
Nice girl getting stepped on
A bitch still stepping on you
Loud she it gotta go there
Quiet when it goes no where
Tryna keep yo hurt open
Flexed on him like you don’t care
Baby girl you a monster
In that bright light you a shocker
Poverty ain’t a offer
Bloody feet do the lords work
Written by: Antonio Akira Lynch, Jacob Wice, John Nocito