Bali Baby - Taxes lyrics

[Intro] Mwua (SK on the track) Bali Baby DJ (?) what up n***a [Verse 1: Bali Baby] Clip hanging out my pocket like commas I'ma go f** up some commas No I do not do the drama My n***as ruthless, you know they might just pump shoot at your mama My Spanish b**h down, nah she don't say nada So I take her shopping, Gucci and Prada Had to ask my friends "what was here name?" Cause I forgot what they called her All I know is chasing a dollar, I'm a dog, no collar I may just go and wrap a f**ing baller Toting the sticks like we Harry Potter She a fly on the wall, so I'ma swat her I'm so icy when in sun I'm in water They hate my music and they say that I'm (?) You do what I do so you know you my daughter [Hook: Bali Baby] Put y'all all in my taxes I'ma put y'all in my bracket Yeah, put y'all in my taxes, y'all in my taxes Yeah I'm gonna stack it, run up at Saks Fifth Put y'all in my taxes, in my taxes [Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo] All my n***as bad like they some ba*tards All my children, I'm the trap daddy Racks on me like I had a (?) rack Wanna hang with me but you ain't in my bracket Rich homie, called in rackets Stay clip one in the head, I'm a savage Jump out with Draco, Rico, go get nasty I got stripes like New Balance Go anywhere, n***a I trap with an Atlas I (?) cookie at it I'm the (?) like John Madden I'ma cover the set like a line backer I'ma stunt like Givenchy, a slight dabber Cut that sh** out, I'm a (?) (?) we some rare rappers All my OG like ESPY, grandaddy, p**y [Hook: Bali Baby] Put y'all all in my taxes I'ma put y'all in my bracket Yeah, put y'all in my taxes, y'all in my taxes Yeah I'm gonna stack it, run up at Saks Fifth Put y'all in my taxes, in my taxes [Verse 3: Rico Nasty] Busting the pack out the plastic Make you disappear like magic And I'm balling like I'm Magic These b**hes hating, made me turn to a savage He wanna know why they call me Rico Nasty I bet I make you feel the pressure I apply it and I won't let up Smoking healthy just like lettuce That clip way too long, you can't measure Different ways to finesse And I got several of these b**hes biting, yeah they cloning me Ain't never ducking no beef, ain't no ho in me My p**y too good so he can't say no to me And he keep trying to hit, you'd think he's smoking me He from the city, he keep saying motor me Not too many (?) look like a colony Damn I meant colony Think I had a dick the way these p**y n***as riding me, yeah [Hook: Bali Baby] Put y'all all in my taxes I'ma put y'all in my bracket Yeah, put y'all in my taxes, y'all in my taxes Yeah I'm gonna stack it, run up at Saks Fifth Put y'all in my taxes, in my taxes