Текст песни Baby Money - HIM

[Intro]
(Thanks for the gift, E)
What?
(Ixso, you go too crazy)
I serve Percs, I sold pounds on the first, this bitch pound
I drop work in your town, what goes around comes around

[Verse]
You can't spell him without I-M and I'm him
Run out of babies, I just text the plug if you got milk
I ain't no joke, guess who back with that stick? Rakim
Every since I seen him shoot his gun, we've been locked in
When you was wrestling with work, I was serving Roxxanes
No Adidas, but the hood'll tell you that I'm top ten
I'm only fighting with my brother, I'll get you boxed in
Hop out the car, get to squeezin', when he drop, hop in
Got a black card, I'm never trippin', always share a bitch
That ain't your watch, that's y'all man's shit, I guess y'all sharing wrists
We grown now and the only thing we sharin' is a brick
Niggas owin' me so much, I think I'm done wearing Rick
Whеn y'all was T'd up, I never evеn told you I was fed up
Y'all broke, havin' fun, I was tryna get my bread up
Niggas dick-suckin', so we turned 'em into red dust
They sat my mans down, I had to tell him keep his head up
I serve Percs, I sold pounds on the first, that bitch pound
I drop work in your town, what goes around comes around
They say the king of the streets is the first one to the crown
Last nigga played with me was the first one in the ground
Put a dollar on the chopper, that's a hundred K
If we comin' for your gang, nigga, run away
It's bloodshed and we can't squash it, ain't got nothin' to say
I save the money and the choppers for a rainy day