Lil Baby – Money Lyrics

Money

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"Money." - Lil Baby

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 10:11 am

Album: Too Hard

Track No: 02

Cook that shit up Quay
Four pockets full yeah
Four pockets full yeah
Four pockets full yeah
Four pockets full yeah
Faded, I'm on that sizzurp
Then I'ma light my spliff up
I'm a big dog, y'all **** teacups
On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up
I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up
Send a hit, watch them young **** eat up
No deer but a **** got big bucks
Stayed down on my grind and I came up
Bitch I don't milly rock, I get the money
I got two bitches with me tryna jump me
Remember them old heads wouldn't front me
I'm shittin' on 'em, got 'em holdin' they stomach
That paper on me, gettin' it in by the bundle
The things they dream about a **** done done it
Them bitches was stiff on the kid, they was frontin'
Now I'm stickin' dick all in they stomach
Drip season ****, shout out to Gunna
No pussy in me but they know how I'm comin'
Drop a bag and he'll be dead in the morning
Headshots, I ain't sending no warnings
We don't shoot at houses, we hit a target
They know I'm throwed off, they see I'm a target
No back and forth, ain't doin' no walkin'
I stand on my words, I ain't doin' no barkin'
Faded, I'm on that sizzurp
Then I'ma light my spliff up
I'm a big dog, y'all **** teacups
On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up
I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up
Send a hit, watch them young **** eat up
No deer but a **** got big bucks
Stayed down on my grind and I came up
Came up on them ****, didn't it
Hundred racks on me, I'ma spend it
This ain't a coat, **** this Givenchy
Thousand pounds, me and Ced split it
Free Lil' Steve, screamin' fuck the system
Dog I ain't know that was your sister
If I knew I still woulda hit her
Goin' crazy on them ****, whoa
Got the streets in a finger fold
Your baby mama got a deep throat
I ain't kiddin', I don't tell jokes
Who want beef, I want all the smoke
I'm ballin' on these ****, check the score
Flexin' on the Gram with your bro
Your bitch told me everything I know
Diss me ****, you gon' get exposed
Faded, I'm on that sizzurp
Then I'ma light my spliff up
I'm a big dog, y'all **** teacups
On the jet gettin' brain with my feet up
I don't bite my tongue, I'ma speak up
Send a hit, watch them young **** eat up
No deer but a **** got big bucks
Stayed down on my grind and I came up
Came up, came up on them ****
I got digits, I got commas, I got figures
We got sticks, we got choppers, we got MACs
We ain't goin' for that

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones.

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