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L.I.E.

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Hip-Hop/Rap

L.I.E. was released on February 27, 2026 by Thrd Eye Ent / EMPIRE as a part of the album L.I.E ( Loyalty Is Everything )

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Baby Money

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Carlos Deshawn Fischer

Carlos Deshawn Fischer

Composer

Ernest Adams

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

EJ Stellar

Producer

1800it

Mixing Engineer

Skyler Gibbons

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

One box, two box, seven more to go

Three money counters goin' at one time, tell 'em shut the door

I ain't got no new opps, tell 'em check the score

Uh, uh, uh (Thanks for the gift, E)

Uh, uh

[Verse 1]

First off, this my second time around

I'm doin' two hundred in a month, this my second round of pounds

I hang with real-deal steppers, ain't no point of bein' loud

Or don't try no dumb shit, we known for fappin' up the crowd, it's easy

Rather pour up by myself, it's a four in here

Put your mask and gloves on, it's 'bout to snow in here

Lock the door after yourself, bro, it's 'bows in here

I'm trappin' like a bitch, bro, don't even bring no hoes in here

It's some money shit, it's a hundred clip

Micro Drac' in my hand, I can run with this

If your daddy was a ho, ****, his son a bitch

Try to put the bag on that ****, but he fumbled it

[Chorus]

I ain't did no snake shit to my mans once, hmm

Bet you can't repost that

Hoppin' out a Hellcat, you see three, four straps

Loyalty is everything, they like, "Speak those facts"

And I ain't cuff no bad bitch from my mans once, hmm, yeah

You know how freak hoes act

They ain't stayin' 'round for long, we just beat hoes' backs

The baddest bitches be the rats, they like, "Speak those facts"

[Verse 2]

And we don't fuck with bitch ****, nope, 'specially snitch ****, yeah

You know my kit glitter glow, it's worth like six figures, yeah

Just grab a pint and bring a Sprite, we big sippers, yeah

I hang with ice, 'bow mans, and brick flippers

Bro be in and out the pharm' every day to get chicken

When they touch down, we wrap 'em in the basement, Big Tigger

I know **** who got rich off all K's like Kris Jenner

Boy and girl in one spot, we in the trap mixin' genders

What you coppin'? What you spendin'? What you droppin'? What you pitchin'?

You can put 'em on a plane, I got an option just to ship 'em

Can't forget about insurance 'cause you know this shit get risky

And you gotta give up guys for the cheap, Pinky

Catch me screamin' 12th Street, my necklace screamin' 3G

They gave my mans a twelve-piece, he caught me sayin' free me

Two hundred, fuck rounds, I'm talkin' pounds and that was each week

Gave my mans a hundred fifty thou' in all 3Gs, it's easy, ****

[Chorus]

I ain't did no snake shit to my mans once, hmm

Bet you can't repost that

Hoppin' out a Hellcat, you see three, four straps

Loyalty is everything, they like, "Speak those facts"

And I ain't cuff no bad bitch from my mans once, hmm, yeah

You know how freak hoes act

They ain't stayin' 'round for long, we just beat hoes' backs

The baddest bitches be the rats, they like, "Speak those facts"

Written by: Carlos Deshawn Fischer, Ernest Adams

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