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Chicken P Y Baby Money - Da Money Lyrics

[Intro]
(Thanks for the gift, E)
Huh, uh, ayy, huh, ayy, huh

[Verse 1: Chicken P]
Thumb through a hundred thousand in a pair of Forces
I'll settle for the Tris if I can't get the Morton, huh
Books rubbin' 'gainst the fender like a pair of Forgis, huh
I'm with ten freaky bitches, finna have an orgy, huh
Boy, you play, you gettin' a belt, I'm like Randy Orton with it
Let me show you how to uh, make sure you recordin' this

[Verse 2: Baby Money]
Penny pinchin' off that cash, boy, you niggas poor as shit
Let's see if niggas passed math, I make ten from four to six
He in the desert with the bag, tell him send the coordinates
He can't post on Instagram, they might end up deportin' him
Uh, uh, this shit hеavy, boy, we more than rich
I got a wife, but I put Louis on anothеr bitch
I'm tired of ice, but that's that shit that got my brother rich

[Verse 3: Chicken P]
I'm just like Melvin when it come to guns and butter, bitch
'Fit was seventy-five hundred, I'm Louis'd to the floor, though
I got VVS, fashion on my neck, bitch, like a photo, huh
Put that paper on a nigga head like a GoPro
Me and Los goin' boat for boat, nigga, blow for blow


[Verse 4: Baby Money]
Bricks of girl sittin' in the crib, goin' ho for ho
Take the blick if we get flicked, nigga, know your role
Sixty thousand every week, nigga, know your goal
Play for a hundred plates, shit, I'll miss the show
Ah, ah, check my phone, she say she missin' me
Get a pound with every brick, nigga, that's Chicken P

[Verse 5: Chicken P]
I'm like Dr. Dre with this shit, bitch, I don't miss a beat
A nigga play, I'll get him switched for Alicia Key
Every single nigga 'round me worth at least a key, huh
Gotta pour at least a half a pint to get some sleep, huh
I don't measure, I pour out the pints, you niggas cheap, huh
Whole house smell like Gumbo 'bows, these bitches reek

[Verse 6: Baby Money]
Yeah, tired of watchin' hoes fight, let them bitches meet
Yeah, how the fuck your stash pregnant? You ain't missed a week
That bitch head educated, she get what she need
Bitches treat me like a king, they'll kiss my feet
Ah, ah, ah, ah, the money
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, the money
Ah, ah, ah, ah, the money
Ah, ah, the money