GRAMMY PARTY

I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with A stick. Yeah. Let's go, nigga. Okay, okay, okay. Uh. That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby. I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with A stick. I got too much bread to do The talkin', get your-I got too much bread To do the talkin', get your heat. And I can't tell her everything about me, I'm A pimp. You know I step out business. She gon' respect my pimpin'. Yeah. You know don't care 'bout feelings. You know I care 'bout millions. Let's go. You know she want me to fuck her for Free. She don't even let y'all niggas. I tell 'em, "Boo-thang is dead," and come catch Up with me. Soon as they catch y'all niggas, Yeah. Pull up and hop out that thing on 'em, car to the side. Yeah. Out and land on 'em. Look how I drive. Bombin' the paint on 'em, lil' nigga small. I'm havin' weight on 'em, get up and ball. Ain't finna wait on 'em, bae is a dog, She let me spank on her. I ain't finna Waste time with none of you niggas. I crank Up that Rolls Royce and go to the bank On 'em. Fuck with my key, I'm in the Back with it. I'm on tequila, don't know the Name on it. Got drunk as fuck, I had A hangover. 'Bout to go buy my BM the New Range Rover. These niggas weak, I made a Way on 'em. Ain't in the streets, ain't got No stain on 'em. I ain't gon' never believe That she love me until she go tattoo my Motherfuckin' name on her. Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm In the cage on 'em. I set it off, Ain't finna play on 'em. We let it out, Fuck her and lay on her. She wanna go One more time, I'm okay with it. These niggas Carry they gun every now and then. I am not one of them, am gon' stay With it. These niggas test me, I bet you That magazine inside the church'll have one of they Face in it. Bitch, a dog. I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with A stick. I got too much bread to do The talkin', get your-I got too much bread To do the talkin', get your heat. And I can't tell her everything about me, I'm Pimp. You know I step out business. Yeah. She gon' respect my pimpin'. Yeah. You know don't care 'bout feelings. Mm. You know I care 'bout millions. Let's go. You know she want me to fuck Her for free. She don't even let y'all niggas. I tell 'em, "Boo-thang dead," and come catch up With me. Soon as they catch y'all niggas, yeah. Let's Yeah. Bitch. Yeah. Let's go.