Scratchin' Up the Maybach
Baby Money
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(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) Yeah, out the windows Cubans scratchin' up the Maybach Let 'em keep deposit's Tell 'em I don't want no pape' back This lil' bitch keep smilin' Wanna f*ck me, bitch, say that She say she from the islands So I asked her where the yay at Two hundred 'bows in the room Let's have a taste fest I put a condom on the pole And call it safe sex No Aunt Jemima, when I pour it It's like straight breakfast Pray you make it home first And put your pape' second Yeah, yeah, it's happenin', lеt's trap again We got boy and girl, no human trafficking Spot full of money counters, scalеs And vacuum seals He damn rich, throwin' up Crip, bitch I'm active still F*ck love, looked at Money, is your ass real? Did you get that from your Mama? Is your ass real? She like to suck me while I'm drivin', Jesus Grab the wheel a nigga with a good heart My bitch bad as hell I know you counted that lil' stack of Cheese and you seen them extras Thought you finessed me I was really showin' love Go check my section I was really throwin' dubs F*ck up your foreign, nigga, we Don't give a f*ck, easy money Out the windows Cubans scratchin' up the Maybach Let 'em keep deposit's Tell 'em I don't want no pape' back This lil' bitch keep smilin' Wanna f*ck me, bitch, say that She say she from the islands So I asked her where the yay at Two hundred 'bows in the room Let's have a taste fest I put a condom on the pole And call it safe sex No Aunt Jemima, when I pour it It's like straight breakfast Pray you make it home first And put your pape' second Yeah, yeah, I'm back around, no backin' down Niggas don't put this shit on They just actin' fly They gave your boy a blank check I feel like Macintosh Five thousand for a 'fit Don't need no caption now Rose kit and white kit, can't even decide Remember I ain't have shit I can be extra now I got kicked up out the gym They say I flex a lot Movin' 'bows back and forth That's my exercise Remember seein' a million cash Had me mesmerized And you protected in the trap This is scary hours I been ballin' since a kid Ask Terry 'bout me The presis look like duck sauce Coupe teriyaki Out the windows Cubans scratchin' up the Maybach Let 'em keep deposit's Tell 'em I don't want no pape' back This lil' bitch keep smilin' Wanna f*ck me, bitch, say that She say she from the islands So I asked her where the yay at Two hundred 'bows in the room Let's have a taste fest I put a condom on the pole And call it safe sex No Aunt Jemima, when I pour it It's like straight breakfast Pray you make it home first And put your pape' second (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
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