Lyrics

Man like Lil Baby in the building! Yeah, yeah, yeah It's your boy Lil Baby, fire in the booth Charlie, what's happenin'? You ready for this, my guy? Let's get it Charlie, I'm ready You know what time it is, that's right Let's get ready to rumble Woo, yeah Lil Baby Know I'm sayin' Fire in the booth, you know what I'm sayin' It's your boy Baby Young bro This how I'm comin' Pull up in my hood, they treat me like I'm Capo Grew up lookin' up to brother, we ain't no El Chapo Had Timberlands, some Nike boots, we all in black mode Runnin' from police that's in the streets like duckin' potholes Keep my business out the streets and can't be fuckin' thot hoes Keep my blicky in the cut, it gotta go where I go Money over everything, that's still the motto Ballin' hard today like we won't make it to tomorrow (Perfect) Baby, I'm a millionaire, keep the baby, I don't care 50 Gs, pick a ear, make a diss, disappear I got on that shit for real, niggas on my list for real Every time I pull up, I look like I'm sellin' bricks for real Still be in the bricks for real Had to stop from poppin' pills Five or six, seven foreign cars and only took a year People ask me how it feel, never ask me how I feel They know I got hitters in the stuck, I'm tryna get appeals They said they was down, I seen them same people change on me Now they wanna call they see me up, they see these chains on me She say I look good, but it's because I got these chains on Tryna put that brain on me, all these damn rings on me They said they was down, I seen them same people change on me Now they wanna call, they see me up, but I done changed numbers She say I look good, but it's because I got these chains on me Tryna put that brain on me, all these damn rings on me Still rollin' up my problems, still thinkin' 'bout my partners They'd kill you for a dollar, that's why I iced out all my crosses Remember lookin' at the bosses, knew one day I'd get that sack Now I pull up with that ratchet and I hop out with them (Perfect) I keep havin' flashbacks from all them trash bags I keep havin' flashbacks from all them Glad bags I'm gettin' better and my shit flawless, I got 'em mad, man But my lil' whoadie got a body count like Mad Max I done came up too fast, I bought her new ass If I get it, you can have, bro know he can get my last Why they hate? Kissin' ass, supercharged, super fast They can say whatever they know, Baby got a lotta cash They said they was down, I seen them same people change on me Now they wanna call they see me up, they see these chains on me She say I look good, but it's because I got these chains on Tryna put that brain on me, all these damn rings on me They said they was down, I seen them same people change on me Now they wanna call, they see me up, but I done changed numbers She say I look good, but it's because I got these chains on me Tryna put that brain on me, all these damn rings on me 4PF, Baby, ya dig Yeah That was easy, drop top breezy Dash like water nigga, dancin', Chris Breezy
Writer(s): Christopher N'quay Rosser, Dominique Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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