Yeah yeah (Bang that shit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Bitch, you know Antt did the beat) ayy
Yeah, the plug showed me love
But I put mine on it (I put mine on it)
A thousand for a shirt
Ain't got a sign on it (That bitch plain)
If she tell you I ain't f*ck, boy
She lied on me (That bitch cap)
Heatseeker on the chop
You can't hide from him (yeah)
The shit that made him laugh, he died from it
(Now he dead)
A nigga make me mad, it's five on him
Yeah, the killers love me
They'll drop your ass for five hundred
(Oh, that's facts) but I'm a boss
I go'n ahead and put a dimе on him
(Put him on)
Yeah, bust a brick in your face
You see the shinе on it
The loudest nigga in the room
Got the quiet money
Quarter million on in ice with
That fire on me couldn't ride with us
Now them niggas sayin' they ridin' on me
Yeah, my life good
We'll cop it if the price good
I put a chain on my Draco, call that Icewood
I put Chanel on my freaks
That's a light jugg
These hoes tryna have a threesome
Told 'em fight for it
That's your mans, you gon' die with him
Her main nigga her side nigga
I perform, I get 8K for five minutes
I'm in a foreign
It do two hundred in five seconds
I'm tryna f*ck her in the car
I told her drive naked
Yeah, the plug showed me love
But I put mine on it (I put mine on it)
A thousand for a shirt
Ain't got a sign on it (That bitch plain)
If she tell you I ain't f*ck, boy
She lied on me (That bitch cap)
Heatseeker on the chop
You can't hide from him (yeah)
The shit that made him laugh, he died from it
(Now he dead)
A nigga make me mad, it's five on him
Yeah, the killers love me
They'll drop your ass for five hundred
(Oh, that's facts) but I'm a boss
I go'n ahead and put a dime on him
(Put him on)
Yeah, I know the snowman, I'm a 'bow man
A hundred pounds with no man
Move with no hands
I'm blackhearted, break her heart
Don't feel no pain
I put a bag on the eight and call it Rocaine
Yeah, I put some gas on the
Block and call it propane
Bitch, you wanna make some money?
What's your whole name?
You ever been to West V? Drive the whole day
How the f*ck you tryna beef
You ain't got no pape'?
My mama said, "Stop sippin', boy
You got a belly" body on my left wrist
This nigga got a skelly
I ain't never seen a president rock a presi'
Easy money
Yeah, the plug showed me love
But I put mine on it (I put mine on it)
A thousand for a shirt
Ain't got a sign on it (That bitch plain)
If she tell you I ain't f*ck, boy
She lied on me (That bitch cap)
Heatseeker on the chop
You can't hide from him (yeah)
The shit that made him laugh, he died from it
(Now he dead)
A nigga make me mad, it's five on him
Yeah, the killers love me
They'll drop your ass for five hundred
(Oh, that's facts) but I'm a boss
I go'n ahead and put a dime on him
(Put him on)
(Beatgang)
Baby Money - Mine On It Lyrics
Baby Money - Mine On It Lyrics
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English
Yeah yeah (Bang that shit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Bitch, you know Antt did the beat) ayy
Yeah, the plug showed me love
But I put mine on it (I put mine on it)
A thousand for a shirt
Ain't got a sign on it (That bitch plain)
If she tell you I ain't f*ck, boy
She lied on me (That bitch cap)
Heatseeker on the chop
You can't hide from him (yeah)
The shit that made him laugh, he died from it
(Now he dead)
A nigga make me mad, it's five on him
Yeah, the killers love me
They'll drop your ass for five hundred
(Oh, that's facts) but I'm a boss
I go'n ahead and put a dimе on him
(Put him on)
Yeah, bust a brick in your face
You see the shinе on it
The loudest nigga in the room
Got the quiet money
Quarter million on in ice with
That fire on me couldn't ride with us
Now them niggas sayin' they ridin' on me
Yeah, my life good
We'll cop it if the price good
I put a chain on my Draco, call that Icewood
I put Chanel on my freaks
That's a light jugg
These hoes tryna have a threesome
Told 'em fight for it
That's your mans, you gon' die with him
Her main nigga her side nigga
I perform, I get 8K for five minutes
I'm in a foreign
It do two hundred in five seconds
I'm tryna f*ck her in the car
I told her drive naked
Yeah, the plug showed me love
But I put mine on it (I put mine on it)
A thousand for a shirt
Ain't got a sign on it (That bitch plain)
If she tell you I ain't f*ck, boy
She lied on me (That bitch cap)
Heatseeker on the chop
You can't hide from him (yeah)
The shit that made him laugh, he died from it
(Now he dead)
A nigga make me mad, it's five on him
Yeah, the killers love me
They'll drop your ass for five hundred
(Oh, that's facts) but I'm a boss
I go'n ahead and put a dime on him
(Put him on)
Yeah, I know the snowman, I'm a 'bow man
A hundred pounds with no man
Move with no hands
I'm blackhearted, break her heart
Don't feel no pain
I put a bag on the eight and call it Rocaine
Yeah, I put some gas on the
Block and call it propane
Bitch, you wanna make some money?
What's your whole name?
You ever been to West V? Drive the whole day
How the f*ck you tryna beef
You ain't got no pape'?
My mama said, "Stop sippin', boy
You got a belly" body on my left wrist
This nigga got a skelly
I ain't never seen a president rock a presi'
Easy money
Yeah, the plug showed me love
But I put mine on it (I put mine on it)
A thousand for a shirt
Ain't got a sign on it (That bitch plain)
If she tell you I ain't f*ck, boy
She lied on me (That bitch cap)
Heatseeker on the chop
You can't hide from him (yeah)
The shit that made him laugh, he died from it
(Now he dead)
A nigga make me mad, it's five on him
Yeah, the killers love me
They'll drop your ass for five hundred
(Oh, that's facts) but I'm a boss
I go'n ahead and put a dime on him
(Put him on)
(Beatgang)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Bitch, you know Antt did the beat) ayy
Yeah, the plug showed me love
But I put mine on it (I put mine on it)
A thousand for a shirt
Ain't got a sign on it (That bitch plain)
If she tell you I ain't f*ck, boy
She lied on me (That bitch cap)
Heatseeker on the chop
You can't hide from him (yeah)
The shit that made him laugh, he died from it
(Now he dead)
A nigga make me mad, it's five on him
Yeah, the killers love me
They'll drop your ass for five hundred
(Oh, that's facts) but I'm a boss
I go'n ahead and put a dimе on him
(Put him on)
Yeah, bust a brick in your face
You see the shinе on it
The loudest nigga in the room
Got the quiet money
Quarter million on in ice with
That fire on me couldn't ride with us
Now them niggas sayin' they ridin' on me
Yeah, my life good
We'll cop it if the price good
I put a chain on my Draco, call that Icewood
I put Chanel on my freaks
That's a light jugg
These hoes tryna have a threesome
Told 'em fight for it
That's your mans, you gon' die with him
Her main nigga her side nigga
I perform, I get 8K for five minutes
I'm in a foreign
It do two hundred in five seconds
I'm tryna f*ck her in the car
I told her drive naked
Yeah, the plug showed me love
But I put mine on it (I put mine on it)
A thousand for a shirt
Ain't got a sign on it (That bitch plain)
If she tell you I ain't f*ck, boy
She lied on me (That bitch cap)
Heatseeker on the chop
You can't hide from him (yeah)
The shit that made him laugh, he died from it
(Now he dead)
A nigga make me mad, it's five on him
Yeah, the killers love me
They'll drop your ass for five hundred
(Oh, that's facts) but I'm a boss
I go'n ahead and put a dime on him
(Put him on)
Yeah, I know the snowman, I'm a 'bow man
A hundred pounds with no man
Move with no hands
I'm blackhearted, break her heart
Don't feel no pain
I put a bag on the eight and call it Rocaine
Yeah, I put some gas on the
Block and call it propane
Bitch, you wanna make some money?
What's your whole name?
You ever been to West V? Drive the whole day
How the f*ck you tryna beef
You ain't got no pape'?
My mama said, "Stop sippin', boy
You got a belly" body on my left wrist
This nigga got a skelly
I ain't never seen a president rock a presi'
Easy money
Yeah, the plug showed me love
But I put mine on it (I put mine on it)
A thousand for a shirt
Ain't got a sign on it (That bitch plain)
If she tell you I ain't f*ck, boy
She lied on me (That bitch cap)
Heatseeker on the chop
You can't hide from him (yeah)
The shit that made him laugh, he died from it
(Now he dead)
A nigga make me mad, it's five on him
Yeah, the killers love me
They'll drop your ass for five hundred
(Oh, that's facts) but I'm a boss
I go'n ahead and put a dime on him
(Put him on)
(Beatgang)