It's Baby Money, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm-
I don't- I don't know another young nigga like me
Woo-woo, yeah
Call up Wafi, tell him I need more diamonds (diamonds)
Bitch, just stop it (stop it)
You weren't shit before I popped it (popped it)
We got plenty of choppers (choppers)
Pullin' up, swingin' like helicopters (grrt)
Throwin' her up in the air, that bitch get tossed (tossed, phew)
Takin' her up to my room, she meetin' the boss (meetin' the boss)
Check out the wrist, huh, check out the walk (woo-woo, check out the walk, yeah)
Check out the clique, huh, check out the- (check out the-)
Huh, too much lingo, they don't understand how I talk (woo-woo, yeah)
Call up the plug, nigga, hold down takin' that chopper
Call up the plug, nigga, hold down takin' that- (brr, woo-woo, hey)
Call up the plug, nigga, hold down takin' that- (4-1)
Put a chick on the plane, first class flight to Tokyo, Japan
I've got yo' bitch on me, tryna ride my dick in the motorcycle pants (yeah)
Yeah, I'm too damn high off a G6 flight, lil' bitch, nah, I can't land (woo-woo, Money)
Lil' boy, I got too many racks in my Goyard pouch, it's like a hundred bands (Money)
I've got a V one-two and a V8 burner, up the street (up the street)
I've got a bad ass bitch, I send her out to bring them racks to me (bang)
Pushin' 2-0-2-5, whips is futuristic, shit is clean (yeah)
Five-one-two-o-two-five bitches, futuristic when they cream (yeah, skrrt-skrrt)
You would've thought I robbed my jeweler, I've got way too many rings (woo-woo)
You would've thought my bitch was a groupie, 'cause she always next to me (woo-woo)
I'm goin' dumb, I'm goin' stupid, f*ckin' up the store with my whole team (yeah)
Baby Money gettin' racks off hooks
Lil' bitch, I'm somethin' like Kareem (somethin' like Kareem- yeah)
Baby Money (woo-woo, woo-woo, woo)
Call up Wafi (Wafi), tell him I need more diamonds (diamonds, woo-woo)
Bitch, just stop it (stop it)
You weren't shit before I popped it
We got plenty of choppers (plenty of choppers,woo-woo)
Pullin' up, swingin' like helicopters (woo-woo)
Throwin' her up in the air, that bitch get tossed (tossed)
Takin' her up to my room, she meetin' the boss (meetin' the boss, woo-woo)
Check out the wrist, huh, check out the walk (check out the walk, brrt, brrt)
Check out the clique, huh, check out the- (check out the-)
Money, Baby Money (Money)
Woo-woo
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English
It's Baby Money, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm-
I don't- I don't know another young nigga like me
Woo-woo, yeah
Call up Wafi, tell him I need more diamonds (diamonds)
Bitch, just stop it (stop it)
You weren't shit before I popped it (popped it)
We got plenty of choppers (choppers)
Pullin' up, swingin' like helicopters (grrt)
Throwin' her up in the air, that bitch get tossed (tossed, phew)
Takin' her up to my room, she meetin' the boss (meetin' the boss)
Check out the wrist, huh, check out the walk (woo-woo, check out the walk, yeah)
Check out the clique, huh, check out the- (check out the-)
Huh, too much lingo, they don't understand how I talk (woo-woo, yeah)
Call up the plug, nigga, hold down takin' that chopper
Call up the plug, nigga, hold down takin' that- (brr, woo-woo, hey)
Call up the plug, nigga, hold down takin' that- (4-1)
Put a chick on the plane, first class flight to Tokyo, Japan
I've got yo' bitch on me, tryna ride my dick in the motorcycle pants (yeah)
Yeah, I'm too damn high off a G6 flight, lil' bitch, nah, I can't land (woo-woo, Money)
Lil' boy, I got too many racks in my Goyard pouch, it's like a hundred bands (Money)
I've got a V one-two and a V8 burner, up the street (up the street)
I've got a bad ass bitch, I send her out to bring them racks to me (bang)
Pushin' 2-0-2-5, whips is futuristic, shit is clean (yeah)
Five-one-two-o-two-five bitches, futuristic when they cream (yeah, skrrt-skrrt)
You would've thought I robbed my jeweler, I've got way too many rings (woo-woo)
You would've thought my bitch was a groupie, 'cause she always next to me (woo-woo)
I'm goin' dumb, I'm goin' stupid, f*ckin' up the store with my whole team (yeah)
Baby Money gettin' racks off hooks
Lil' bitch, I'm somethin' like Kareem (somethin' like Kareem- yeah)
Baby Money (woo-woo, woo-woo, woo)
Call up Wafi (Wafi), tell him I need more diamonds (diamonds, woo-woo)
Bitch, just stop it (stop it)
You weren't shit before I popped it
We got plenty of choppers (plenty of choppers,woo-woo)
Pullin' up, swingin' like helicopters (woo-woo)
Throwin' her up in the air, that bitch get tossed (tossed)
Takin' her up to my room, she meetin' the boss (meetin' the boss, woo-woo)
Check out the wrist, huh, check out the walk (check out the walk, brrt, brrt)
Check out the clique, huh, check out the- (check out the-)
Money, Baby Money (Money)
Woo-woo
I don't- I don't know another young nigga like me
Woo-woo, yeah
Call up Wafi, tell him I need more diamonds (diamonds)
Bitch, just stop it (stop it)
You weren't shit before I popped it (popped it)
We got plenty of choppers (choppers)
Pullin' up, swingin' like helicopters (grrt)
Throwin' her up in the air, that bitch get tossed (tossed, phew)
Takin' her up to my room, she meetin' the boss (meetin' the boss)
Check out the wrist, huh, check out the walk (woo-woo, check out the walk, yeah)
Check out the clique, huh, check out the- (check out the-)
Huh, too much lingo, they don't understand how I talk (woo-woo, yeah)
Call up the plug, nigga, hold down takin' that chopper
Call up the plug, nigga, hold down takin' that- (brr, woo-woo, hey)
Call up the plug, nigga, hold down takin' that- (4-1)
Put a chick on the plane, first class flight to Tokyo, Japan
I've got yo' bitch on me, tryna ride my dick in the motorcycle pants (yeah)
Yeah, I'm too damn high off a G6 flight, lil' bitch, nah, I can't land (woo-woo, Money)
Lil' boy, I got too many racks in my Goyard pouch, it's like a hundred bands (Money)
I've got a V one-two and a V8 burner, up the street (up the street)
I've got a bad ass bitch, I send her out to bring them racks to me (bang)
Pushin' 2-0-2-5, whips is futuristic, shit is clean (yeah)
Five-one-two-o-two-five bitches, futuristic when they cream (yeah, skrrt-skrrt)
You would've thought I robbed my jeweler, I've got way too many rings (woo-woo)
You would've thought my bitch was a groupie, 'cause she always next to me (woo-woo)
I'm goin' dumb, I'm goin' stupid, f*ckin' up the store with my whole team (yeah)
Baby Money gettin' racks off hooks
Lil' bitch, I'm somethin' like Kareem (somethin' like Kareem- yeah)
Baby Money (woo-woo, woo-woo, woo)
Call up Wafi (Wafi), tell him I need more diamonds (diamonds, woo-woo)
Bitch, just stop it (stop it)
You weren't shit before I popped it
We got plenty of choppers (plenty of choppers,woo-woo)
Pullin' up, swingin' like helicopters (woo-woo)
Throwin' her up in the air, that bitch get tossed (tossed)
Takin' her up to my room, she meetin' the boss (meetin' the boss, woo-woo)
Check out the wrist, huh, check out the walk (check out the walk, brrt, brrt)
Check out the clique, huh, check out the- (check out the-)
Money, Baby Money (Money)
Woo-woo
Writer: Bobby Sandimanie, Vladimir Grishin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Performed By: Destroy Lonely
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Bobby Sandimanie, Vladimir Grishin