Ali Baba

(album: Big Money - 2022)

[Money Man:]
Yeah

Rocking leather, selling P's, my bitch is bad, she Portuguese
Is you gon' get a bag or starve? You can't force a nigga to eat
I keep applying pressure, I make it hard for niggas to come compete
Don't make me put this blicky to your forehead like a widow's peak
On shrooms right now, I'm feeling geeked, my Lam' truck got them custom seats
I'm burning on Tahitian Treat, my Detroit shooter look like Veeze
He don't mind, he'll quickly squeeze, Circle set a different breed
Shawty got that alkaline, she say her pussy hit, lil' nigga
You know I'm getting money, I paid 10K for the ceiling fixture
My bitch say she a Christian, but she lying, she get really wicked
Her head game stupid, too addictive
I spin alone, no codefendants
I'm indy, I'm not coexisting
It's murder, we don't just attempt it
Got so much ice, when I step inside the room, broke niggas feel offended
Controversial tweets, I'm steady trending
Only fuck the baddest women
Like Gizmo, I'm producing gremlins
In Raris, we ain't doing lemons
Hit GoldenBoy to cook a chicken
Shawty wet, she almost drenched me
Scary nigga, he keep on flinching
Niggas broke, they keep on bricking
She a quarter piece, a real cutie, no QP
I got lil' baby running in banks for me, no QC, yeah

Air Force 1s, they came from Virgil
Run that sack up like a gerbil
Street shit, we don't write in journals
Came from violence, acts of murder
She got ass, it's from her mama
He felt metal from a chopper
Roll a nigga like a grabba
My Dior silk just like the Shocker
My foreign bitch scammer, Ali Baba
I ain't selling, had to hodl
Swipe it like it's no tomorrow
She fuck me like it's no tomorrow
Dope sold, we gon' go to Mars
Custom glass in all our cars
Spent 50K on all these cards
Last night, I counted eighty large

[Peezy:]
Last night, I counted eighty large, I spent it like it's no tomorrow
Ask around, we going hard, drive foreigns like they stolen cars
Bad bitches 'round the world wan' do ménage
Told the police I ain't got no answers for 'em, bitch, do your job
Half an M in jewelry on, might grab the phone and get on Live
Pull up to the club, they walk me through the back, don't stand in line
Tried to put him on, that nigga broke 'cause he got too much pride
See me top down on Ocean Drive, I know it hurt inside
We been talking crypto, buying NFTs, but they ain't hip, though
Ain't been talking to my side bitch, still pay her rent, though
Flyer than a pilot, got that shit on
I don't need no stylist, nigga
Pick it out myself, ain't got no problem with it
Eenie, meenie, miny, moe
Lamborghini, Bentley, Rolls
I can't drive all this shit myself, I pass it to the bros
Looking back, I'm proud of myself, I made it off the grow
Staying on my grind and sticking to the code

[Money Man:]
Air Force 1s, they came from Virgil
Run that sack up like a gerbil
Street shit, we don't write in journals
Came from violence, acts of murder
She got ass, it's from her mama
He felt metal from a chopper
Roll a nigga like a grabba
My Dior silk just like the Shocker
My foreign bitch scammer, Ali Baba
I ain't selling, had to hodl
Swipe it like it's no tomorrow
She fuck me like it's no tomorrow
Dope sold, we gon' go to Mars
Custom glass in all our cars
Spent 50K on all these cards
Last night, I counted eighty large