Big Fruit - Money Baby lyrics
[Pre-Hook: Tim Saunders] I'm with D.E.A.D. Entertainment, that's D-E-A-D We might drop them bars, that AT&T When it comes to rap, I'm the f**ing king If you like that ballin', show you what that ballin' be [Hook: Tim Saunders] Money baby Money baby, money baby Money baby Money baby, money baby, yeah Money baby Money baby, money baby, yeah That's that sh** I like, yeah Woah, woah [Verse 1: Tim Saunders] I was worried they wouldn't be into me I thought my fear would be the end of me But then I had an epiphany And I realized these rappers don't mean sh** to me They don't mean sh** to me, man Might f** around run the industry fam I'm popping off like Yosemite Sam They standing there just like "Timothy, damn! I ain't now you had bars forreal f** them other n***as, you could k** em' all forreal" I don't be in the studio long I get everything on that first take On that first take Like Skip Bayless and Stephen A Oh oh oh I'm on my Drake sh** These other rappers on fake sh** I'm the best rapper in Cambridge When I make a remix, I'mma make it hot Flow out the oven like Drake & Josh Man I'm sick of street rap, I'm tired of street rap I'm over street rap, Jake and Josh I bring the heat like Wade and Bosh But like a rocket, I'm taking off, and I'm fly My bars hot just like all of the Haitians Speaking of Haiti, might go on vacation Beat the beat up, like I play for the Ravens And your girl receiving like she Derrick Mason Write my lyrics in pen, so there is no erasing My impact, my syntax is f**ing amazing And I ain't got to be making enemies Cause you know I'm too busy making [Hook: Tim Saunders] Money baby Money baby, money baby Money baby Money baby, money baby Money baby Money baby, money baby, yeah That's that sh** I like, yeah Woah, woah [Verse 2: J. Maltez] Sitting on top of this cloud nine Round five with these proud giants Knocking down to the ground, why? Cause it's pound time when these sounds flying And yall still trying While I spit rhymes with elegance, see All my delegates, we hold the presidency Yall sip delicate teas, we are delicacy You irrelevant, B, hell if I'm jealous Of a negligent sleaze, tell if agreed Now I'm on top of the world we are relatives? Please Man, get the hell off my d And s** it, no Popsicle I'm responsible for this apocalypse Cause I am ending you n***as like proximal Distance yourself from the optimal, I go Guantanamo Imprison these b**hes, I lock the door Follow close, if you don't how to go Cause my future is filled with the commas and cheese You will drop to your knees when I'm knocking you over like dominoes I can go all day You can't come stop the show, cause that's what has gotten my dollar flow Say I got money that's out the door You got to know go it's not a joke Its the season for sequels, you seeking the freedom My sentences separate sensitive Showing no sympathy, I'm sk**fully Synthesizing a synchronous sole symphony I don't like you as is, no simile So simply, I signal the similar style So if you simple don't try sit with me Just try to wonder what we done to come away with all this motherf**ing money baby [Hook: Tim Saunders & J. Maltez] Money baby Money baby, money baby Money baby Money baby, money baby, yeah Money baby Money baby, money baby, yeah That's that sh** I like, yeah Woah, woah [Pre-Hook: Tim Saunders] I'm with D.E.A.D. Entertainment, that's D-E-A-D We might drop them bars, that AT&T When it comes to rap, I'm the f**ing king If you like that ballin', show you what that ballin' be [Hook: Tim Saunders] Money baby Money baby, money baby Money baby Money baby, money baby, yeah Money baby Money baby, money baby, yeah That's that sh** I like, yeah Woah, woah [Outro: Tim Saunders] I'm with D.E.A.D. Entertainment, that's D-E-A-D