[Verse 1: MoneyatMidnight]
I rep the West Coast, and I rep the South
I rep the 6, yeah they know what I'm 'bout
(MONEYATMIDNIGHT BITCH!)
Yeah this shit in my head, gotta cut it out
I don't give a fuck what you feel about me
As long as you do you, and let me be me
We can be a big happy family
But, I ain't got time for that bullshit
You know how I feel about It
I don't wanna deal with it!
I'm tryna stack the money
Get them VVS Icebergs, diamonds that's sunny
Young nigga just tryna get rich, on the come-up
I'm just tryna get rich and don't want no drama!
Don't give a fuck about a hater or a bitch
You can both suck my left and my right dick
6 whips, only got one key
I sip(ped) too much drank, now I gots-to pee!
Hustlin', rollin' 'round, tryna get it, like I said
I don't give no fuck 'bout no bitches
Or no niggas tryna hate
Move the fuck out my way...,
I done already told ya', 'cause I got a...
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Brand-new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like, "Yes, indeed"
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Cartier glasses, I won't even peek at you
Yellow Ferrari like Pikachu
I got 'em waitin' and watchin' "What he gon' do?"
Tryna peep what I do, tryna steal my moves
$2500 for a new pair of tennis shoes, the same price
I could make them youngins come and finish you
Lawyer been chargin', he a Jew like he voodoo
Real dope boy, hundred thousand in Evisu
Presidential tints slide by, we don't see you
I been gettin' money, I ain't worried 'bout what he do
I'm gettin' money like I'm from the 80's
Me and Drake 'bout to drop, man, this shit gon' go crazy
They know I'm the truth, comin' straight from the basement
I'm straight as the street, man, I come from the pavement
A million, all hundreds, it make 'em go crazy
Wham-wham-wham, bitch, I'm the baby!
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Brand-new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like, "Yes, indeed"
Me and my dog goin' all the way
When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate
Brand-new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like, "Yes, indeed"
Me and my dog goin' all the way
When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate
[Outro: Future]
Wheezy outta here!
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