[Lil Baby] Married to the streets, I can´t do forest Know some rich niggas that´d never make the Forbes list
Still, I´ll bust a move in some Jordans (Jordans) Make ´em take their phone, I know she tryna record me Flew her on the jet, I got chartered, yeah Half a million, now a hundred my starter kit Press a button on the whip and make it start up Everybody trappin´ from the ´partment to the corridor I believe in God, not in karma (Karma) Ain´t fuckin´ with these bitches who just lookin´ for a comma (Comma) Seven figure nigga, two commas (Commas) I been poppin´ back that money so niggas even can´t relate I been runnin´ up from zeros, some shit I just gotta say Everybody got a job, I guess they position to hate
I can deal when niggas talkin´, as long they in they place I was married to the game, I´m just happy I got away Then I take a picture with a R in the seat I ain´t fuckin´ with that lil´ boy, he beneath me I got stars watchin´ over me when I´m sleep Shorty really love me, she just scared I´ma leave Give a couple thousand every time that we creep We ain´t makin´ nothin´ competition, we just leasin´ Only hittin´ baddies, can´t be fuckin´ ´round with decent Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend
[Lil Baby] I got some money I´m tryna blow, give me a reason You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons
You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin´ Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend We stayin´ over, I´m on mine, no sleepin´ Get you a bag and put it up for no reason Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin´ Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend
[Yung Miami] Gotta spend a hundred if you really want it flewed out (Period) Pussy make him pack it up and move out (Yup) Hair worth the last name and new house Fuckin´ on a private my mood now (Haha) Let him eat this pussy on the G5 I´ma bust this ass like I´m strippin´ in the G5 Plenty niggas tryna hit, had to hit ´em with the deny Tell him that he gotta spend a bag to get a reply (Haha)
Patek the wrist, I´m such a boss bitch (Boss bitch) My two Birkins like they don´t cost shit (Cost shit) Suckin´ him dead, he in the coffin Pussy tsunami, Miami Dolphin (Haha)
[Lil Baby & JT] I got some money I´m tryna blow, give me a reason You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin´ Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend (For the weekend) We stayin´ over, I´m on mine, no sleepin´ Get you a bag and put it up for no reason Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin´ (Yeah) Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend (Ha, what´s up?)
[JT] JT back, trap niggas bring the blues out (Yeah) I was in the cell, Yung Miami gettin´ flewed out (Ah) Put this pussy on him, make a nigga say "Ooh, ahh" City Girls hot but my jewelry too cool Everybody wanna be relationship goals (Yeah) How they tricks, sis, we ain´t savin´ these hoes (Uh-huh) Fly a hood bitch from Miami to Melrose (Yeah) Pussy on his nose in the back of the Rolls (What´s up?) Post up the food but don´t post the nigga (Nah) Post up the bag but don´t post the spender (No) Kiss and you tell? I´ma suspend you (Bye) Free game but this pussy expensive (Period)
[Lil Baby] I got some money I´m tryna blow, give me a reason You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin´ Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend We stayin´ over, I´m on mine, no sleepin´ Get you a bag and put it up for no reason Pick up the cash and count it up. then we leavin´ Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend
[ Lil Baby] Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend