Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby – B Legit Lyrics

B Legit Lyrics by Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby]
Wanna fuck with me, you gotta be legit, I’m sick with it
Brodie off a E with a forty, bitch, we sick with it
Helluva made this beat, baby

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
This a box of bowls, not a five dollar bag
I’m a million dollar nigga, what’s a hundred thousand dollar stash?
This ain’t no lil’ boy money, boy, this big business
Just wanna fuck with me, you gotta be legit, I’m sick with it
This that put your mask on when you scale this
Gotta have clientele if you wanna sell this
This that stack the paper up taller than a mountain
This that hire my accountant just to help me count it
[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
This that diamond link bracelet on, bust Patek money
This that buy a new house just so I can stash the money
This the back then they didn’t want me, I ain’t have no money
This thе gun I blew him down with, bro, go hide it for me
This thе type of shit get a young nigga rich
I’m a young nigga, but I don’t do young nigga shit
Plain Presi, bust Patek, AP for my bitch
When we walk in a room, they know me and Tee rich
Used to wanna be rich, now I’m rich than a bitch
So much ice on my neck, look like four niggas kits
I ain’t got nothin’, nothin’ for a poor nigga bitch
I get money, if it don’t make no dollars, it don’t make no sense

[Chorus: Skilla Baby & Tee Grizzley]
This a box of bowls, not a five dollar bag
I’m a million dollar nigga, what’s a hundred thousand dollar stash?
This ain’t no lil’ boy money, boy, this big business
Just wanna fuck with me, you gotta be legit, I’m sick with it
This that put your mask on when you scale this
Gotta have clientele if you wanna sell this
This that stack the paper up taller than a mountain
This that hire my accountant just to help me count it (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
You look stupid in the club, muggin’ as my money fall on you
Fuck if you been hoopin’ all your life, I still’ll ball on you
Niggas icy, walkin’ into Zeidman’s ’bout to pawn somethin’
Everything in this Bentley mine except for [?]
Turntest in the city, boy, that’s me and SB
And my shooter turnt, he done cooked more shit than Chef Cleaz
Tell the army send these niggas vests for they head please
Clickin’ on my page the only time these niggas press me, ayy
Mansion in the hills, million dollar deals
Nigga lit off sayin’ my name, I should send his team a bill
Been them niggas since I was King Tee and bro was [?]
And we show off for these hoes, ayy, give me change for some M’s

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
This a box of bowls, not a five dollar bag
I’m a million dollar nigga, what’s a hundred thousand dollar stash?
This ain’t no lil’ boy money, boy, this big business
Just wanna fuck with me, you gotta be legit, I’m sick with it
This that put your mask on when you scale this
Gotta have clientele if you wanna sell this
This that stack the paper up taller than a mountain
This that hire my accountant just to help me count it