[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Spend your record deal on a frozey watch (Yeah)
Rather get it in the city, the road be hot (Road be hot)
Was in the feds, we ran him up, he told, he hot
6 Mile, yeah, I'm from the East, but had Cody thots (Hah)
Fifty pointers in my neck, look like my chain dance (Bitch)
Bust Rollie on my arm, this bitch breakdance (Breakdance)
Count the money twenty ways, I got eight hands
Put a silence on that bitch, it's soundin' like a spray can
That's three hundred thousand dollars, let the coupe start (Skrrt)
We put n***as in the blender like a juice bar (Bitch)
I be feelin' like I'm Snoop, pop a blue bar (Yeah)
I did two years in the feds, playin' ooh-wop

[Chorus: Baby Money]
It's blue tips in the chop, paint the streets blue
They like, "Cuz, don't hang with lames, the streets need you"
I ain't scared of no souls, them n***as bleed too
We'll spin when necessary if we need to
These n***as lyin' in they songs, I don't believe you
I got a bag, he got a bag, my n***as eat too
He got a pint, I got a pint, my n***as drink too
I heard it's snakes in the grass, we gotta weed through
[Verse 2: Baby Money]
Ayy, fuck a deal, you hear my name without no cosign
47 plain jane, this bitch Joe Biden
I just caught 'bout fifty 'bows, what's a hundred thousand?
N***as only sign them deals when they runnin' out
A rich n***a, I can fuck her once my eyes on her
Told me I think that I'm the shit, I got flies on me
N***a spoke down on the gang, then he died from it
I'm out here dwellin' on the sky, this a Skydweller
You in the red, it's blue tips in my Five-seveN
Send my best guys
Your jeweler hammed you, I can tell them bitches SIs
Fifty racks, Amiri flag on my left side
Stop tellin' n***as we up next, bitch, we got now

[Chorus: Baby Money]
It's blue tips in the chop, paint the streets blue
They like, "Cuz, don't hang with lames, the streets need you"
I ain't scared of no souls, them n***as bleed too
We'll spin when necessary if we need to
These n***as lyin' in they songs, I don't believe you
I got a bag, he got a bag, my n***as eat too
He got a pint, I got a pint, my n***as drink too
I heard it's snakes in the grass, we gotta weed through