Top Songs By Baby Money
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Money
Vocals
G.T.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
G.T.
Songwriter
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Songwriter
Gary Alan Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shekthisyours
Producer
Martain 1800it Parker
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
(Ayo, Shek, this yours?)
Ayy, yeah
****, I used to trap 'til they had to send the rave in
Now I just send her to the spot, I'm a made man
Rock sits inside my watch, this bitch caved in
If you done touched a hundred thousand, ****, say, "Yeah"
Yeah, yeah
If you made it from the bottom, ****, say, "Yeah"
Yeah, yeah
If you fuckin' on the models, ****, say, "Yeah"
Why you talkin' 'bout your outfit? You new to this designer
This drip might be a flight risk, this Louis, on my mama
Last time we got a head tap, I flew to the Bahamas
Soon as a **** bubble, your bitch blew me for some Prada
I just made two hundred loungin', the coupe two hundred thousand
Top floor penthouse, it was a public house
Had to call your bitch back, I'm on the phone with my account
The call keep droppin' 'cause I'm somewhere in the mountains
Mans, he got finished with his sentence, so I threw that boy some commas
Changed my last name to Davis and I'm ridin' with a chopper
Thousand pills in one bag, ****, I'm ridin' like a doctor
Five thousand twenties one bag, you ever seen a hundred thou'?
****, I used to trap 'til they had to send the rave in
Now I just send her to the spot, I'm a made man
Rock sits inside my watch, this bitch caved in
If you done touched a hundred thousand, ****, say, "Yeah"
Yeah, yeah
If you made it from the bottom, ****, say, "Yeah"
Yeah, yeah
If you fuckin' on the models, ****, say, "Yeah"
**** ballin' hard, came a long way from the basement
Twenty-four inch rolls gold forties, try not to scrape it
We ain't impressed, dog, all that shit is basic
If you **** knew what I knew, you'd get a brick and stretch it
If you **** knew what I knew, you would find an exit
The head up, hoppin' on that road, tryna find a blessing
Treat a bitch like my dope, break her down and stretch it
A **** play with lil' Los, you gon' start Armageddon
Written by: Carlos Deshawn Fischer, Gary Thomas