Lyrics Baby Money – SCRATCHING UP THE MAYBACH

(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)

Yeah, out the windows, Cubans scratchin' up the Maybach
Let 'em keep deposits, tell 'em I don't want no pape' back
This lil' bitch keep smilin', wanna fu*k me, bitch, say that
She say she from the islands, so I asked her where the yay at
Two hundred 'bows in the room, let's have a taste fest
I put a condom on the pole and call it safe sex
No Aunt Jemima, when I pour it, it's like straight breakfast
Pray you make it home first and put your pape' second

Yeah, yeah, it's happenin', lеt's trap again
We got boy and girl, no human trafficking
Spot full of money counters, scalеs, and vacuum seals
He damn rich, throwin' up Crip, bitch, I'm active still
Fu*k love, looked at Money, is your ass real?
Did you get that from your mama? Is your ass real?
She like to suck me while I'm drivin', Jesus, grab the wheel
A nigga with a good heart, my bitch bad as hell
I know you counted that lil' stack of cheese and you seen them extras
Thought you finessed me, I was really showin' love
Go check my section, I was really throwin' dubs
Fu*k up your foreign, nigga, we don't give a fu*k, easy money

Out the windows, Cubans scratchin' up the Maybach
Let 'em keep deposits, tell 'em I don't want no pape' back
This lil' bitch keep smilin', wanna fu*k me, bitch, say that
She say she from the islands, so I asked her where the yay at
Two hundred 'bows in the room, let's have a taste fest
I put a condom on the pole and call it safe sex
No Aunt Jemima, when I pour it, it's like straight breakfast
Pray you make it home first and put your pape' second

Yeah, yeah, I'm back around, no backin' down
Niggas don't put this shit on, they just actin' fly
They gave your boy a blank check, I feel like Macintosh
Five thousand for a 'fit, don't need no caption now
Rose kit and white kit, can't even decide
Remember I ain't have shit, I can be extra now
I got kicked up out the gym, they say I flex a lot
Movin' 'bows back and forth, that's my exercise
Remember seein' a million cash had me mesmerized
And you protected in the trap, this is scary hours
I been ballin' since a kid, ask Terry 'bout me
The presis look like duck sauce, coupe teriyaki

Out the windows, Cubans scratchin' up the Maybach
Let 'em keep deposits, tell 'em I don't want no pape' back
This lil' bitch keep smilin', wanna fu*k me, bitch, say that
She say she from the islands, so I asked her where the yay at
Two hundred 'bows in the room, let's have a taste fest
I put a condom on the pole and call it safe sex
No Aunt Jemima, when I pour it, it's like straight breakfast
Pray you make it home first and put your pape' second

(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)

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