[Chorus: DaBaby]
Uh, nigga, I been gettin' money since a motherfuckin' lil' one (Yeah)
Say he gon' do somethin' to me, I told him, "That's a good one"
I bait one of these niggas in, play stupid just to cook him
And made so many M's, I put the proof up in the pudding, nigga (Firzt back like he left or somethin')
[Verse 1: DaBaby]
Speakin' of the pudding, nigga, go and get the cake
Say you gettin' hungry, better go and get a plate (Woo)
Playin' out of town, got the Glock out the lock box
Tell the black truck, tell me, "Go and get a steak"
I don't got friends, I'ma kick it by myself
I'ma lock in 'fore a nigga gotta help
It's hard for mе to trip 'bout a bitch 'cause I'm player
Baby stepdaddy, I bе givin' out the belt
Before I put a dress and some makeup on for the label
You can tell them crackers put me on the shelf
I was on the North with a pole, tryna put this shit together
You would probably think a nigga was a elf
Ridin' in a bulletproof truck, I be wantin' 'em to shoot
So I can play dead, hop out and kill 'em
Side hoes mad 'cause I'm not tryna hit 'em
Cover up my ears, I am not tryna hear 'em
[Verse 2: Fetty P Franklin]
If it ain't my money, it ain't my business
Them y'all hoes, them not my bitches (Mm)
I'm too smooth, I can't block my pimpin'
Doin' the speed limit, ridin' through Hickory
He tryna get a half of
Plus, I got the call that the nigga tryna stick me (I got 'em)
But I don't mind demonstratin' for some straightenin'
To get my point across clearly (Clearly)
I know I'm two stacks from a million, but I'm still pushin' bills clearly (Yup)
I need me a bitch like Griselda, run the ex numbers like Matilda (Ooh)
I don't mind cookin' up the shape, I don't hang with niggas 'cause they fake (Cold)
I know you got a gun, but you bitch made, you ain't never bust a grape
[Verse 3: DaBaby & Fetty P Franklin]
Bulletproof, I pull up like a tank, never seen these niggas at the bank
Get up off the bench, get in the paint, gotta double seal it 'cause it stank
I ain't tryna talk like other niggas, bitch, I'm from the city, I'm a blank
Restaurant, I'm in there with a Drac', electric car, that shit don't even crank
I'm ridin' Forgis, not no donuts, I leave the dealership doin' donuts
I keep it on me, I'm not no loaner, for any nigga that run up on us
I put you six feet just like corona, we fresh street like we cook my Kroger's
When I hit the kitchen, I just pop my shoulder, but you wasn't tryna hear it when I told you
[Chorus: DaBaby & Fetty P Franklin]
Nigga, I been gettin' money since a motherfuckin' lil' one (I been gettin' this shit, good)
Say he gon' do somethin' to me, I told him, "That's a good one" (You lyin')
I bait one of these niggas in, play stupid just to cook him
And made so many M's, I put the proof up in the pudding, nigga
