I don't care where I go, long as I get paid

24 (Remix) Song Lyrics. For this Christmas, I bought everybody guns (Swear) Making hash oil, listening to Bank, Big Facts I found out a way to make a thousand-dollar profit, uh

Made a lane and niggas can't get over Check the trust account, it's more fetti (Yeah) How you crank up the car? Soon as I get back, she gettin' slayed

Used to drive in a Buick, Hot, hot, hot, I'm heatin' up Pussy nigga actin’ like it’s up, we’ll chop him

I’ma hit from the rear, I wan’ grab her obliques

He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us Keep the Rugers, my niggas ain't scared of nothin' (Nah)

How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck? I can make they heart stop if I decide to pop up Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her

My bitch hit it twice and then she went to sleep Drip too hard, caution on the floor

Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. Lil Baby Lyrics "Catch The Sun" (from "Queen & Slim" soundtrack) (Hit-Boy) Seems like we runnin' outta time Yeah, we still so young and got so much to find We can't never let 'em break our mind We gotta stay strong, conquer and don't divide I come in peace, my heart already set on fire

Ridin' 'round with Dracs like we OVO

Got two jits, dawg, I’ll die for both of mine Big, big spender, take a jet to Morocco

Doing all these shows, I've been on the road Copyright: Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Sergio Kitchens Lyrics Terms of Use. I am not a killer, but don't tempt me (Nah) Take that roof off the car, let her feel the sun (Wow) Keepin' my composure, never sober I gave 'em the drip, they sucked it up, I got 'em moanin' I fuck with slimes and I'm gonna bust (Bah, bah) Whenever I tell her to come, she comin' If I don’t like his energy, I push a nigga shit back She know I get racks, she know my mentality

We them drippers, lil' nigga, best watch your step (Them drippers) Designer to the ground, I can barely spell the names Do this all the time, this ain't no surprise (yeah) Keep a nigga main bitch in a figure-four

Ain't no key in there Everybody trappin', we get loads in I'm from Atlanta where young niggas run shit Do this all the time, this ain't no surprise Makin' hit after hit, call me Barry Bonds (Hits) I got sixteen options He ain't 4PF if he ain't got motion Every other night, another movie gettin' made, The 18 Greatest Revenge Songs of All Time, HOT SONG: 21 Savage x Metro Boomin - "My Dawg​" - LYRICS, NEW SONG: Rod Wave - POP SMOKE - "MOOD SWINGS" ft. Lil Tjay - LYRICS, POPULAR SONG: Travis Scott feat. 24 Fives galore, cute shit, they all on us Big dripper, stand up in the ocean

You gon' fuck around and drown off this wave

I know that my opps somewhere now playin’ possum Bad lil' vibe, she been on my mind Internet racks, I’ma run it up rapidly I got pretty women showin’ titties like I’m Flacko Drip too hard, don't stand too close Treat these hoes like a tire, I keep a spare

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: (Cook that shit up, Quay)

Barely flex, but don't play with me, period

Ridin’ with the pack through the Tennessee mountains I’ma thumb through it, I don’t need no counter

On a light day, I keep me a honey bun (One hundred) Grew up in the trap watching Kobe yam on a nigga 24. Let lil' bro hit the stick, had start gettin' old

Young Thug & M.I.A.

These niggas not real slime, they imposter R.I.P. Had to make a U-turn, I just seen a roadblock 4PF look like the new BMF Turn up, [Lil Baby:]

Rags2Riches (Remix) Song Lyrics. All these baguette chains, you can see ’em glimmering

Think I'm deaf, got stones in my right and left (Ice)

He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us Man, these racks gettin' too big for these skinny clothes This top shelf, got forty designer belts (Drip) In the Rolls truck, I feel like a tourist

Aventador, I let lil' Q 'dem drive, make sure y'all don't hit nobody I can't lie, this rap shit got us livin' like we hit the lottery Crippin', knockin' niggas out, one punch like he got into boxing I been flying state to state for drip, I done got into shopping Every other day, it's somethin' fake, I'm duckin' paparazzi VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers Do this all the time, this ain't no surprise Soon as I get back, she gettin' slayed

I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower, A1 Zone 4, I’m feelin’ like Rocko Got this bitch out the college, she suckin' and swallow (Uh) Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin' Wake up, have a hard time findin' what to wear I don't care where I go, long as I get paid 24

I done ran it up, I got sixteen watches

Lyrics to 'Yes Indeed' by Lil Baby: The dash, it's digi', the schedule busy My head in a hoodie, my shorty a goodie My cousins are crazy, my cousins like Boogie Life is amazin', it is what it should be Been here for ten but I feel like a rookie

Diamonds dancin' in the dark like this shit is a parade Lil cuzzo spit that flame until it's empty (Yeah)

Shout out Swishers Sweet, they keep me rollin'

Bad lil' vibe, she been on my mind It's safe to say the kid gettin' older 24 I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours Ridin’ with the pack through the Tennessee mountains VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers I’ma thumb through it, I don’t need no counter Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her

Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. Drip too hard, don't stand too close I’ma flip a Rolls-Royce, I’m feelin’ like Pop Smoke. I got some racks and I want some more Burnin’ on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy Drip too hard, don't stand too close And didn't even know how to make that motherfucker go

Making hash oil, listening to Scream, Big Facts She know I’m vicious, I’m fuckin’ her savagely Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin' Shooters follow behind in a Urus Drip too hard, attracted to the cars Who was in the car?

Really get a pack and keep the over We don't sell shit, we just make hits, yeah Pure Cocaine. Whenever it's smoke, we ain't runnin', [Chorus: Lil Baby & Gunna] Spendin' rate 'bout thousand to a fifty, [Lil Baby:] Drip too hard, don't stand too close I can make the charts drop whenever I wan’ drop somethin’ I feel like a child, I got boogers in the face Bad lil' vibe, she been on my mind Skydweller, Jubilee, and a Presi' (No cap) Copyright: Writer(s): Sergio Kitchens, Dominique Jones, Chandler Durham Lyrics Terms of Use.

Hundred-fifty plain Richard Millie (No cap) Hot, hot, hot, I'm heatin' up We don't run from our problems, we stackin' up guala and guala I'm tryna get that mega bucks (Racks) If I'm in the club, I got that fire when I'm performin'

Pure Cocaine. I stick it in, she feel it in her gut (in her gut)