Great White – 2KBABY

Ooh, ooh
Ooh
Mm, yeah, yeah, yeah

My niggas hoopin’, I tell ’em go crazy
My brother stupid, tell him don’t have no babies
And shoutout Cupid, I’m in love with my baby
My mama ruthless, said that she gonna play me
But fuck it, it ain’t like these bitches gon’ pay me
I’m rich as shit and watch these bitches gon’ save me
My wrist, it glisten, that bitch cost a Mercedes
My niggas listen, do whatever, just pay me

Late night, we was over running on the back street
Great White, all you lil’ niggas in the back seat
Baby, I’m a trapper, let me fuck you to a fast beat
Boy, I’m not a rapper, all you rappers wanna wrap beef
All these lil’ bitches wanna talk about they have me
Everybody from the fuckin’ city wanna tag me
Runnin’ through the money like a motherfuckin’ athlete
Yeah, I’m getting rich, about a milly, try and catch me

Now I got some money, let me show ’em what the bag do
Who says the lil’ nigga wanna act cool
Triple S, Double G’d up through the hat too
And you know the sweater costs a rack too
Boy I ain’t with talkin’, I might fuck around and smack you
Catch a nigga walkin’, we gon’ whack you, jack you
Heard that nigga stallin’, we gon’ track you, crack you, hack you
Zip up that boy, then we out
All these niggas wanna die for the clout, I don’t know what that shit be about
I’m like, yeah, yeah
On my way to L.A. in the clouds [?] bitch, I ain’t left the town
I’m like no, no
Ride around with a whole lot of rounds
So I’m smoking shit straight out the pound
I’m like, yeah, yeah
All my big homies proud, I’m like, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

My niggas hoopin’, I tell ’em go crazy
My brother stupid, tell him don’t have no babies
And shoutout Cupid, I’m in love with my baby
My mama ruthless, said that she gonna play me
But fuck it, it ain’t like these bitches gon’ pay me
I’m rich as shit and watch these bitches gon’ save me
My wrist, it glisten, that bitch cost a Mercedes
My niggas listen, do whatever, just pay me

Late night, we was over running on the back street
Great White, all you lil’ niggas in the back seat
Baby, I’m a trapper, let me fuck you to a fast beat
Boy, I’m not a rapper, all you rappers wanna wrap beef
All these lil’ bitches wanna about they have me
Everybody from the fuckin’ city wanna tag me
Runnin’ through the money like a motherfuckin’ athlete
Yeah, I’m getting rich, about a milly, try and catch me