Baby Money – 12th Street Lyrics

12th Street Lyrics by Baby Money

[Intro]
(Bless it up, Ty)
Uh
(Flexin’ on that bitch, hold up)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ain’t tryna be around her, I already hit it
They been steppin’ ‘fore I knew ’em, they already with it
I seen this shit before it happened, it was on The Simpsons
We known for gettin’ money and we fuck the baddest bitches
Buyin’ bags, ‘member spending my last to get it
Then I gave a bitch my heart and she stabbed me in it
It’s a hundred in the car and this bag is sixty
After we run through this load, they gon’ flag the city

[Verse 1]
I drop bags and ship ’em, fuck ’round, crash the Bentley
The Glock and nina, it look better when it had extensions
To tell the truth, I was happy when I had no chicken
New clothes, new bitches, still standin’ on business
Peep her
I can tell she tryna play that role, I’ma teach you
Banging off the hip, nigga, I should get a beeper
Email you a brick like you tryna get a feature
Billy & Mandy in the whip, nigga, I came with the reaper
Take a nigga bitch, if I find her, then I keep her
Only time you niggas gettin’ fresh is on Easter
Thirty thousand cash, all he bought was the t-shirt
You hatin’ from the crowd, I start shootin’ in the bleachers

[Chorus]
Ain’t tryna be around her, I already hit it
They been steppin’ ‘fore I knew ’em, they already with it
I seen this shit before it happened, it was on The Simpsons
We known for gettin’ money and we fuck the baddest bitches
Buyin’ bags, ‘member spending my last to get it
Then I gave a bitch my heart and she stabbed me in it
It’s a hundred in the car and this bag is sixty
After we run through this load, they gon’ flag the city

[Verse 2]
Yeah, went from rags to riches, wearin’ my mask in kitchens
Put a million in the streets, watch how fast I get it
Yeah, watch I pass out chicken, rich with my flag out, Cripping
If you don’t see him every day, don’t ask ’bout niggas
Cuz up the way, he got caught ’cause his picture
Demo want a BOA, he just tryna get some chicken
Wheezy with me everyday, he gon’ shoot it ’til it’s empty
It’s some guaranteed victims when I’m shootin’ this ten-milli’
Throw the hood up through the city, this from Clairmount to Philly
Euclid down to the Bouly, we done turned our choppers fully
Ninety Percs for my jeans, pint of Wocky for my hoodie
Hell yeah, these VVs, you can’t stop your bitch from looking, Easy

[Chorus]
Ain’t tryna be around her, I already hit it
They been steppin’ ‘fore I knew ’em, they already with it
I seen this shit before it happened, it was on The Simpsons
We known for gettin’ money and we fuck the baddest bitches
Buyin’ bags, ‘member spending my last to get it
Then I gave a bitch my heart and she stabbed me in it
It’s a hundred in the car and this bag is sixty
After we run through this load, they gon’ flag the city