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team of bad bitches - baby money lyrics

[intro]
(bankhead, what’s happening?)
i’ma need a new starting five
b*tches ’bout to start comin’ off the bench (kutta, cut that sh*t up, man)

[chorus]
a team full of bad b*tches, go pick a jersey
stay away from broke n*ggas, i think i’m allergic
you scared of money, when you come around, you n*ggas nervous
i’m in the lamb’ cuttin’ traffic, n*gga, i’m a surgeon
when we say we poppin’ thirties, n*gga, it ain’t perkies
my lil’ b*tch a spot worker, so i buy her purses (get what she need)
i’ll bust a b*tch down if the b*tch worth it (anything)
if you can’t help me make a dime, then a b*tch worthless (mhm)

[verse 1]
boy, don’t call my phone trippin’, talkin’ ’bout no b*tch
don’t call my phone about no work, i think you tryna snitch
your baby mama called my phone, shе told me i’m the sh*t
i just called thе bank back, they told me i was rich
a thousand yeahs in what order make a lot of sense (i’m on my way)
never talk without your lawyer, boy, that’s common sense
he askin’ why we on his ass, you chose the opposite
hangin’ with them b*tch n*ggas, that’s what got him zipped
keep your opinion to yourself, y’all is not no k!llers
if you screamin’ out you real, you is not the realest
they gave my lil’ n*gga life, he be poppin’ jiggas
you talkin’ down to get some p*ssy and you still ain’t hit it
[chorus]
a team full of bad b*tches, go pick a jersey
stay away from broke n*ggas, i think i’m allergic
you scared of money, when you come around, you n*ggas nervous
i’m in the lamb’ cuttin’ traffic, n*gga, i’m a surgeon
when we say we poppin’ thirties, n*gga, it ain’t perkies
my lil’ b*tch a spot worker, so i buy her purses (get what she need)
i’ll bust a b*tch down if the b*tch worth it (anything)
if you can’t help me make a dime, then a b*tch worthless (mhm)

[verse 2]
got two phones, one for hoes, one with sh*t urgent
tolerate no disrespect, we grab sticks, purging
dropped out of school, i been ballin’ ever since pershing
the gang got the same chain, this the big version
she asked for a bag, i looked at her, “you ain’t even earn it” (is you stupid?)
beat a brick of girl down like it’s tina turner (jump on it)
drive the load back from cali’, it’s gon’ be a journey (take a risk)
but when the whole bag gone, you should see the earnings (money)
i got b*tches that got n*ggas, they just wanna f*ck me (mhm)
this b*tch must think i’m a sucker, she just said she love me (yeah right)
she called my phone, i hung up, this ain’t ’bout no money (shut up)
a half a ticket in all twenties i turned in for hundreds

- baby money lyrics

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