Baby Money – Team of Bad Bitches Lyrics

Team of Bad Bitches Lyrics by Baby Money

[Intro]
(Bankhead, what’s happening?)
I’ma need a new starting five
Bitches ’bout to start comin’ off the bench (Kutta, cut that shit up, man)

[Chorus]
A team full of bad bitches, go pick a jersey
Stay away from broke niggas, I think I’m allergic
You scared of money, when you come around, you niggas nervous
I’m in the Lamb’ cuttin’ traffic, nigga, I’m a surgeon
When we say we poppin’ thirties, nigga, it ain’t Perkies
My lil’ bitch a spot worker, so I buy her purses (Get what she need)
I’ll bust a bitch down if the bitch worth it (Anything)
If you can’t help me make a dime, then a bitch worthless (Mhm)

[Verse 1]
Boy, don’t call my phone trippin’, talkin’ ’bout no bitch
Don’t call my phone about no work, I think you tryna snitch
Your baby mama called my phone, shе told me I’m the shit
I just called thе bank back, they told me I was rich
A thousand yeahs in what order make a lot of sense (I’m on my way)
Never talk without your lawyer, boy, that’s common sense
He askin’ why we on his ass, you chose the opposite
Hangin’ with them bitch niggas, that’s what got him zipped
Keep your opinion to yourself, y’all is not no killers
If you screamin’ out you real, you is not the realest
They gave my lil’ nigga life, he be poppin’ jiggas
You talkin’ down to get some pussy and you still ain’t hit it

[Chorus]
A team full of bad bitches, go pick a jersey
Stay away from broke niggas, I think I’m allergic
You scared of money, when you come around, you niggas nervous
I’m in the Lamb’ cuttin’ traffic, nigga, I’m a surgeon
When we say we poppin’ thirties, nigga, it ain’t Perkies
My lil’ bitch a spot worker, so I buy her purses (Get what she need)
I’ll bust a bitch down if the bitch worth it (Anything)
If you can’t help me make a dime, then a bitch worthless (Mhm)

[Verse 2]
Got two phones, one for hoes, one with shit urgent
Tolerate no disrespect, we grab sticks, purging
Dropped out of school, I been ballin’ ever since Pershing
The gang got the same chain, this the big version
She asked for a bag, I looked at her, “You ain’t even earn it” (Is you stupid?)
Beat a brick of girl down like it’s Tina Turner (Jump on it)
Drive the load back from Cali’, it’s gon’ be a journey (Take a risk)
But when the whole bag gone, you should see the earnings (Money)
I got bitches that got niggas, they just wanna fuck me (Mhm)
This bitch must think I’m a sucker, she just said she love me (Yeah right)
She called my phone, I hung up, this ain’t ’bout no money (Shut up)
A half a ticket in all twenties I turned in for hundreds

[Chorus]
A team full of bad bitches, go pick a jersey
Stay away from broke niggas, I think I’m allergic
You scared of money, when you come around, you niggas nervous
I’m in the Lamb’ cuttin’ traffic, nigga, I’m a surgeon
When we say we poppin’ thirties, nigga, it ain’t Perkies
My lil’ bitch a spot worker, so I buy her purses (Get what she need)
I’ll bust a bitch down if the bitch worth it (Anything)
If you can’t help me make a dime, then a bitch worthless (Mhm)