Top Songs By Baby Money
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Money
Vocals
G.T.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Baby Money
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Ayy, who made that shit, ****? Foolio)
Money, ****, soon as I—
I've been gettin' money since I learned how to get some money
Drop 'Vette coupe, drop the top when I—
(Dxnte, you snapped on this one)
[Chorus]
I've been gettin' money since I learned how to get some money
Thank God a **** really blessed, counted up on Sunday
Jumpin' off the jet, I ain't need no luggage
And it's 'bout a quarter-million dollars every time I tuck it
Ma, I had to grind for this shit, don't call me lucky
Really sworn-in with the mob like my name Bugsy
Come through, drop a couple racks like a **** clumsy
And we made it all off the green like we playin' rugby
[Verse 1]
Uh, fifty racks, cop a whole bag, I ain't got a budget
Sell it how it come, it's so pure, I ain't gotta touch it
Four carats sittin' in my pendant, we ain't gotta crush it
And I could put a bag on you, but you gotta rush it
Bae, you gotta suck it, only want the head (Come here)
Hundred racks in the pillowcase, a chopper by the bed
Bro walked five ears down, now he turnt up off the meds
Had to ask him, what's his goal in life? He say he goin' fed (**** trippin')
That **** said he blowin' bread, all that shit be make believe
Boy done caught a headshot, they post a pic on Say Cheese
Steady sayin' that stake high, been coppin' work since eighteen
I ain't talkin' 'bout apartments, I just bought an AP (Go)
[Chorus]
I've been gettin' money since I learned how to get some money
Thank God a **** really blessed, counted up on Sunday
Jumpin' off the jet, I ain't need no luggage
And it's 'bout a quarter-million dollars every time I tuck it
Ma, I had to grind for this shit, don't call me lucky
Really sworn-in with the mob like my name Bugsy
Come through, drop a couple racks like a **** clumsy
And we made it all off the green like we playin' rugby
[Verse 2]
And that's a PSA, I walk my whole bag through TSA
I let my Rolly play unruly, makin' chips, Frito-Lay
If you serious 'bout coppin' boxes, we can meet today
If I seen you make a million dollars, you can lead the way
Tryna make some cheese today, bricks came, I babysit
I ain't no game, don't play with this, my mama know I'm spankin' shit
Chop it down to bacon bits, the spot bang from eight to six
My old phone made me rich, the old-school in '86 (That's a fact)
****, I've been gettin' money since they taught me
This a rental, but I'ma drive this bitch like I bought it
Turn a **** to a target, takin' bitches off the market
I go Louis, not no Marni, ain't 'bout pape', I ain't talking, easy money
[Chorus]
I've been gettin' money since I learned how to get some money
Thank God a **** really blessed, counted up on Sunday
Jumpin' off the jet, I ain't need no luggage
And it's 'bout a quarter-million dollars every time I tuck it
Ma, I had to grind for this shit, don't call me lucky
Really sworn-in with the mob like my name Bugsy
Come through, drop a couple racks like a **** clumsy
And we made it all off the green like we playin' rugby
[Outro]
I've been gettin' money since I learned how to get some money
I've been gettin' money since I learned how to get some money
Written by: Carlos Deshawn Fischer