Lil Baby
24 (Remix)
[Intro]
(Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up)

[Chorus: Money Man]
Burning on Lilikoi in some Louis corduroys
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours
Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter
Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her
I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower
Burnin' on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto
Drippin' real hard when I'm hoppin' out two-door
I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo
Thirty laptops in my motherfuckin' condo
White collar diamonds, n***a ballin' like Lonzo
These n***as overrated like Joe Flacco
Feelin' like Jim Jones, n***a, I'm a capo
I'ma flip the Rolls-Royce, I'm feelin' like Pop Smoke

[Verse 1: Money Man]
Banana Cream Cake in my motherfuckin' hemp wrap
If I don't like the smell, then the pack get sent back
If I don't like his energy, I push a n***a shit back
Making hash oil, listening to Bank, Big Facts
Making hash oil, listening to Scream, Big Facts
All that slick talkin' finna get a n***a kidnapped
Gelonade got a n***a finna go and lift off
I'ma empty out the magazine when I'm pissed off
I'm on that Wedding Pie, it got me geeked
My bitch hit it twice and then she went to sleep
I drop bud on the clock with the perfect technique
I'ma hit from the rear, I wan' grab her obliques
I ain't got time in the day for my females be mad at me
Internet racks, I'ma run it up rapidly
She know I'm vicious, I'm fuckin' her savagely
She know I get racks, she know my mentality
Grew up in the trap watching Kobe yam on a n***a
Pull up in the Porsche, yeah, the Pan' on a n***a
Yeah, I pull up in the Dodge, yeah, the Ram on a n***a
Anybody try, yeah, I'ma blam on n***as
Only hit banks, got fifty different cred' lines
Turn a lady's son to a FOX 5 headline
I was over drippin', I should start my own clothing line
Got two jits, dawg, I'll die for both of mine
I ain't never satisfied 'til my money increase
Fucked up the profile, too many inquiries
They be low-key hatin', I can hear 'em whispering
All these baguette chains, you can see 'em glimmering
Had to make a U-turn, I just seen a roadblock
I ain't playin' no games, I ain't sparin' no opps
It's a full moon now, so I'm burnin' Moon Rock
Lookin' up schemes while Izzy on TikTok
[Chorus: Money Man]
Burnin' on Lilikoi in some Louis corduroys
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours
Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter
Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her
I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
A1 Zone 4, I'm feelin' like Rocko
Big, big spender, took a jet to Morocco
I got pretty women showin' titties like I'm Flacko
I came in a hard top, I'm still in the drop, though
I can make the charts drop whenever I wan' drop somethin'
I can give my big bro a dime, he'll pop somethin'
These n***as not real slime, they imposter
I know that my opps somewhere now playin' possum
I come from a different type of cloth, we don't gossip
Pussy n***a actin' like it's up, we'll drop him
She diggin' the rocks in my ear, I'm a rockstar
Come from out the trenches, gettin' paid like a popstar
I be sellin' weed by the P like a rasta
Who was in the car? Only me and a chopper
I can make they heart stop if I decide to pop up
I can make a million every month and don't drop nothin'
I found out a way to make a thousand-dollar profit, uh
Pilot say it's smellin' like weed in the cockpit
I done made a quarter this week in Huaraches
Top model with me tryna feed me hibachi
I done got too much to lose, I'm cautious
I done ran it up, I got sixteen watches
Which one I'ma drive? I got sixteen options
Hoppin' out thirty clip, bangin' 4 Pockets (Baby)
[Outro: Money Man]
Burnin' on Lilikoi in some Louis corduroys
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24