Baby Money – No More b#tches

Baby Money – No More b#tches Lyrics

Artist: Baby Money
Song: No More b#tches

No more b#tches jumpin’ on the bed
Revolving doors on her, i ain’t gotta touch her leg
I told her, “give me brain,” this b#tch opened up her head
Shit, i’ll die or go to jail, but if i do, i’m goin’ fed

Only sippin’ red, turnt up off these meds
Before i had a deal, i was turnt up off these scams
He broke in real life, he just turnt up on the ‘gram
Try to play with real ice and you get burnt up with your man

Okay, now, do you got a man? do he pay for nails?
Do he pay your bills or he just layin’ in the bed?
I don’t even wanna f#ck you, i’m just playing, give me head
Stuffed a bed with all pills and i named that b#tch ted

Okay, let’s beef some opps some more
Her heart, i robbed her for it
So many throat babies, i should be on child support
Lied to her, lied some more

Cried to me, cried some more
So many hoes with me, this should be the house of wh#res
Some b#tches washin’ dishes, some b#tches moppin’ floors
I’m f#ckin’ in the kitchen, she eatin’ out your daughter

I got her servin’ b#tches, she in and out the border
How the f#ck you serve them n#gg#s and you used to take the orders? easy money
No more b#tches jumpin’ on the bed
Revolving doors on her, i ain’t gotta touch her leg

I told her, “give me brain,” this b#tch opened up her head
Shit, i’ll die or go to jail, but if i do, i’m goin’ fed
Only sippin’ red, turnt up off these meds
Before i had a deal, i was turnt up off these scams (glossy)

He broke in real life, he just turnt up on the ‘gram (big gloss, b#tch)
Try to play with real ice and you get burnt up with your man (ayy)
If we go half on a baby (huh?), i ain’t payin’ my half (i’m not)
He want me squirt on his face, tell that n#gg# pay for this bag

Tryna put two and two together, i don’t think he know the math
b#tch, i’m comin’ like a beaver, i ain’t never gave a damn
Uh, my doctor told me no more exes in the bed (okay)
But i can’t seem to leave none of my exes on red (i can’t)

I be spinnin’ on his block again, tryna get some more back shots again (come here)
Your n#gg# ain’t sh#t, he been tryna f#ck me and my friend (on god)
b#tches wanna be me bad, all them hoes love my life (they do)
f#ckin’ with them nice hoes, come let a dog b#tch treat you right

f#ck that n#gg# with my chain since he wanna see the light (okay)
I f#ck n#gg#s for revenge, i be gettin’ money out of spite
No more b#tches jumpin’ on the bed
Revolving doors on her, i ain’t gotta touch her leg

I told her, “give me brain,” this b#tch opened up her head
Shit, i’ll die or go to jail, but if i do, i’m goin’ fed
Only sippin’ red, turnt up off these meds
Before i had a deal, i was turnt up off these scams

He broke in real life, he just turnt up on the ‘gram
Try to play with real ice and you get burnt up with your man
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Release Year: 2023