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Carlos Deshawn Fischer, known professionally as Baby Money, is an American rapper from Detroit, who is currently signed to Quality Control Music. He is noted as a prominent figure of the Detroit hip hop scene. more »

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(Lil' Rent got the drip)
(1800 for you)

I be fuckin' up the load, I put bleach in colored clothes
If you gettin' what you want, don't ask me 'bout no other hoes
Showed you this 'cause it was low, but I got some other 'bows
I was on and off that plan, my brother made me cuff the roll
I had to ask, how you the brick man? You barely touched the dope
He said he never get a chance, before they land, them bitches gone
But I'll cash the whole crop, feel like I planned a scene in Blow
I'll catch a whole opp, soon as you see them niggas, blow

Make sure they don't survive
This rap shit feel like the trap, they paid in all fives
We whack shit, you better not miss 'cause that's how dog died
She suck me 'til I tell her stop, I know her jaws tired
They hate me 'cause I'm in this spot, I jumped through barbed wire
Walk out the water to a Bentley and it's frog-eye
When the clouds hit the city, bitch, we fog-lighting
I charged him eighty for that brick 'cause this dog biting
I'm makin' cake just to spend this shit on all icing
Three hundred racks off six states what you call swiping
My mans set my mans up what you call shiesty
Ten illegal guns on us, but my dog licensed
My sister twelve and her arm icy

I be fuckin' up the load, I put bleach in colored clothes
If you gettin' what you want, don't ask me 'bout no other hoes
Showed you this 'cause it was low, but I got some other 'bows
I was on and off that plan, my brother made me cuff the roll
I had to ask, how you the brick man? You barely touched the dope
He said he never get a chance, before they land, them bitches gone
But I'll cash the whole crop, feel like I planned a scene in Blow
I'll catch a whole opp, soon as you see them niggas, blow

Eleven hundred in the Track', it sound like dogs fighting (It's crazy)
These kids look up to me like Mike, they wanna ball like me 
You niggas broke and ain't on shit, don't let these broads hype them
I pass that shit off on the low and have my dog wipe you (Phew)
An all-nighter with no license (Mhm)
One of the few who really do it, I'm like Bo Jackson (One of the few)
You hit my ho, I ain't gon' trip, I'm just gon' tax you (What you want?)
This bitch got pillows and massage, I'm in this ho relaxing (Yeah)
Plug askin', niggas playin', I'm like, "Throw it past 'em"
Touch down, I speak, niggas listen, they like, "Face a pastor" (Mhm)
I ain't gotta speak, I let this check harass 'em
Aston Martin truck, this bitch a lil' faster, nigga

I be fuckin' up the load, I put bleach in colored clothes
If you gettin' what you want, don't ask me 'bout no other hoes
Showed you this 'cause it was low, but I got some other 'bows
I was on and off that plan, my brother made me cuff the roll
I had to ask, how you the brick man? You barely touched the dope
He said he never get a chance, before they land, them bitches gone
But I'll cash the whole crop, feel like I planned a scene in Blow
I'll catch a whole opp, soon as you see them niggas, blow

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