Artist: Lil Wayne & Rich The Kid
Album: Trust Fund Babies
Year: 2021
[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
Uh, trust fund baby, lump sums baby
Got a bunch of ’em baby, not some money baby
Got much money baby
Brrp brrp, the money comin’ baby
By the dump truck baby
Young Money baby, tryna fuck someone baby
‘Boutta run something baby
I’m over here havin’ too much fun baby
Your hoe dreamin’ havin’ my trust fund baby
Gotta suck something baby
What’s up baby?
What that talk ’bout? Run that tongue for me baby
Yeah, give me some head for some bread
Ooh, that’s lunch money baby
Rich nigga screamin’ out: “fuck money baby”
Like what money baby?
Blood gang baby, that’s blood money baby
Love got her own money, love money baby
Laughin’ to the bank now, they don’t know what’s funny baby
Tell ’em hush lil baby, I don’t trust nothing baby
Fuck that shit, I’ll bust one baby
Got a few guns baby, not onе gun baby
Need two cups baby, not one cup baby
You done blew up baby, I donе fucked already
But we could keep that between just us baby
Shh I done said too much, huh baby?
Frrr, I done made too much, huh baby?
[Chorus – Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne]
Still in the Coupe goin’ crazy (goin’ brazy)
Not a Vette, it’s a Lamb’ baby (it’s a Lamb’ babe)
Blockin’ these bitches like spam baby (Like spam babe)
Swipin’ my card, I got scams baby (Like scams babe)
I pull up with Tunechi like Weezy Baby (Weezy Baby)
She asked for my kid and I told her: “maybe”
That my baby momma, then she get a Mercedes
Bitch I’m rich forever, have a trust fund baby
Still in the Coupe goin’ brazy (yeah)
Not a Vette, that’s a Lamb’ baby (it’s a Lamb’)
Blockin’ these bitches like spam baby (uh)
Swipin’ my card, I got scams baby (uh)
I pull up with Rich, he a soldier baby (uh)
She asked for my kid and I told her: “maybe”
That my baby momma, then she get a Mercedes
Bitch I’m rich forever, have a trust fund baby
[Verse 2 – Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne]
My kid get a trust fund
I got rich and bought more guns
I been shootin’ like James Bond
Help me up I had no bond (no bond)
I fucked a bitch now she rich, plain Patek on her wrist
If I fuck her it’s a risk, goin’ raw, tryna miss
Pull it out and tell her: “kiss it” (kiss)
Still in the Coupe goin’ crazy (crazy)
Not the Vette, that’s a damn McLaren
I pull up with Weezy, your baby starin’ (yeah)
Bitch colder than the chain, than the ice I’m wearin’ (yeah)
How I turned to a martyr, I don’t do no carin’ (yeah)
I just caught a million dawg, need a veterinarian (yeah)
I’m a real deal boss, ain’t no damn comparin’
Half a million Plain Pateks, I don’t even wear ’em
Fuck her from the back and smack it
Good pussy, I’m a addict
Bought a Benz and then she matte it
Lunch money, I’m her daddy
Throw it back, she got a fatty
Baby mama get a new Benz
Came with my chopper, I got no friends
It’s a triple stack, I was rollin’
Pop a pill and break her back in
These niggas be actin’ (actin’)
Tell your bitch, cause you really were lackin’
I ain’t stressed out, I’m really relaxin’
Pinky armor, money be stackin’
Young nigga tryna catch a Kardashian
Drop off baby then I end up crashin’
Can’t love a hoe, I’mma end up passin’
In the Coupe goin’ crazy like still
Young nigga, Fresh Prince like Will, for real
[Chorus – Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne]
Still in the Coupe goin’ crazy (goin’ brazy)
Not a Vette, it’s a Lamb’ baby (it’s a Lamb’ babe)
Blockin’ these bitches like spam baby (like spam babe)
Swipin’ my card, I got scams baby (like scams babe)
I pull up with Tunechi like Weezy Baby (Weezy Baby)
She asked for my kid and I told her: “maybe”
That my baby momma, then she get a Mercedes
Bitch I’m rich forever, have a trust fund baby
Still in the Coupe goin’ brazy (yeah)
Not a Vette, that’s a Lamb’ baby (it’s a Lamb’)
Blockin’ these bitches like spam baby (uh)
Swipin’ my card, I got scams baby (uh)
I pull up with Rich, he a soldier baby (uh)
She asked for my kid and I told her: “maybe”
That my baby momma, then she get a Mercedes
Bitch I’m rich forever, have a trust fund baby
[Outro – Lil Wayne]
Goin’ brazy
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