Sbosh Baby

When money comes then it's here
Cos me and money we a pair
We got thoties over here
Pull up at thick rich bitch house
Ape
Swinging on her chandeliers
I'm shitting on niggas heads
I don't care
I'm taking a nigga bread
I ain't fair
Shawty she like my face
That's chair
Sbosh baby over here
Flex, flex, flex, flex
You know I'm next yes that's fax
Ass
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Hand me my check, check, check, check futsek
I was in the streets
I got me a bitch
I fantasize about getting really rich
To my surprise I got shawty sliding on the sticky
She sucking me dryer than a pimp slick
You dig

Fuck it I hate you niggas
You know I'm tryna get paid my nigga
You bet not get in my way
Fucking on bitches that thought I was lame my nigga
No, no, no, no
Not today
I'm young and I'm winning
I'm getting the cake
Non of you niggas can eat on my plate
If you can't even show up when I'm on a stage safe
Niggas act funny when I'm in the place
Shawty's see money when I'm in they face
We got the bottles and we got the chase
You at the bottom if it was race
Falling like autumn
And I'm in the space
I'm hanging with ballers
You cannot relate
I sold at the corners at an early age
I'm working
So you don't rap another day



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Kimaro
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