Baby Money – 12th Street

Baby Money – 12th Street Lyrics

Artist: Baby Money
Song: 12th Street

Uh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Ain’t tryna be around her, i already hit it
They been steppin’ ‘fore i knew ’em, they already with it
I seen this sh#t before it happened, it was on the simpsons
We known for gettin’ money and we f#ck the baddest b#tches

Buyin’ bags, ‘member spending my last to get it
Then i gave a b#tch my heart and she stabbed me in it
It’s a hundred in the car and this bag is sixty
After we run through this load, they gon’ flag the city

I drop bags and ship ’em, f#ck ’round, crash the bentley
The glock and nina, it look better when it had extensions
To tell the truth, i was happy when i had no chicken
New clothes, new b#tches, still standin’ on business

Peep her
I can tell she tryna play that role, i’ma teach you
Banging off the hip, n#gg#, i should get a beeper
Email you a brick like you tryna get a feature

Billy & mandy in the whip, n#gg#, i came with the reaper
Take a n#gg# b#tch, if i find her, then i keep her
Only time you n#gg#s gettin’ fresh is on easter
Thirty thousand cash, all he bought was the t-shirt

You hatin’ from the crowd, i start shootin’ in the bleachers
Ain’t tryna be around her, i already hit it
They been steppin’ ‘fore i knew ’em, they already with it
I seen this sh#t before it happened, it was on the simpsons

We known for gettin’ money and we f#ck the baddest b#tches
Buyin’ bags, ‘member spending my last to get it
Then i gave a b#tch my heart and she stabbed me in it
It’s a hundred in the car and this bag is sixty

After we run through this load, they gon’ flag the city
Yeah, went from rags to riches, wearin’ my mask in kitchens
Put a million in the streets, watch how fast i get it
Yeah, watch i pass out chicken, rich with my flag out, cripping

If you don’t see him every day, don’t ask ’bout n#gg#s
Cuz up the way, he got caught ’cause his picture
Demo want a boa, he just tryna get some chicken
Wheezy with me everyday, he gon’ shoot it ’til it’s empty

It’s some guaranteed victims when i’m shootin’ this ten-milli’
Throw the hood up through the city, this from clairmount to philly
Euclid down to the bouly, we done turned our choppers fully
Ninety percs for my jeans, pint of wocky for my hoodie

Hell yeah, these vvs, you can’t stop your b#tch from looking, easy
Ain’t tryna be around her, i already hit it
They been steppin’ ‘fore i knew ’em, they already with it
I seen this sh#t before it happened, it was on the simpsons

We known for gettin’ money and we f#ck the baddest b#tches
Buyin’ bags, ‘member spending my last to get it
Then i gave a b#tch my heart and she stabbed me in it
It’s a hundred in the car and this bag is sixty

After we run through this load, they gon’ flag the city
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Release Year: 2023