LOCK IN
I'm a thug
Got it out the dirt, my bitch wrestle in the mud
Everybody know that Baby Money the plug
Everybody know that Baby Money keep drugs (What?)
Woah, woah, what's up?
I just got too high, I gotta roll one up
I'm just tryna vibe, I might just pour one up
Pop another one just to focus up, lock in
'Boutta clutch my fye, I think somebody knockin' (Hold on, what?)
I'm way too psyched out, G6 just kicked in (Booted up, booted up)
Pullin' out the lot, V12 Maybach with the Benz truck
If you a bad bitch, better bring some friends (Hold on)
Lock in, lock in, lock in, lock in
Geek up, geek up, pop one, let's fuck (Yeah, hold on)
She tryna skate all on my ice, she think she Frozone (Hold on, skrrt)
She tryna play just like one time
I tell her "Go home" (No, no, Pluto)
My fit over twenty thousand with no logos
I bet I outsell your new album with no promo
It's money, it's funny (Damn)
These niggas think they begging me, I'm coming (Hold on)
I got your bitch tryna jump off the porch and out with money
How the fuck you think you poppin' shit? Ain't got no money
Lock in, lock in, lock in, lock in
Geek up, geek up, pop one, let's fuck (Yeah, hold on)
I'm a thug
Got it out the dirt, my bitch wrestle in the mud
Everybody know that Baby Money the plug
Everybody know that Baby Money keep drugs (What?)
Woah, woah, what's up?
I just got too high, I gotta roll one up
I'm just tryna vibe, I might just pour one up
Pop another one just to focus up, lock in
Got it out the dirt, my bitch wrestle in the mud
Everybody know that Baby Money the plug
Everybody know that Baby Money keep drugs (What?)
Woah, woah, what's up?
I just got too high, I gotta roll one up
I'm just tryna vibe, I might just pour one up
Pop another one just to focus up, lock in
'Boutta clutch my fye, I think somebody knockin' (Hold on, what?)
I'm way too psyched out, G6 just kicked in (Booted up, booted up)
Pullin' out the lot, V12 Maybach with the Benz truck
If you a bad bitch, better bring some friends (Hold on)
Lock in, lock in, lock in, lock in
Geek up, geek up, pop one, let's fuck (Yeah, hold on)
She tryna skate all on my ice, she think she Frozone (Hold on, skrrt)
She tryna play just like one time
I tell her "Go home" (No, no, Pluto)
My fit over twenty thousand with no logos
I bet I outsell your new album with no promo
It's money, it's funny (Damn)
These niggas think they begging me, I'm coming (Hold on)
I got your bitch tryna jump off the porch and out with money
How the fuck you think you poppin' shit? Ain't got no money
Lock in, lock in, lock in, lock in
Geek up, geek up, pop one, let's fuck (Yeah, hold on)
I'm a thug
Got it out the dirt, my bitch wrestle in the mud
Everybody know that Baby Money the plug
Everybody know that Baby Money keep drugs (What?)
Woah, woah, what's up?
I just got too high, I gotta roll one up
I'm just tryna vibe, I might just pour one up
Pop another one just to focus up, lock in
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