Текст песни Baby Money - Rapper Weed

[Intro]
Fuck everybody
Southside shit

[Chorus]
Six hundred for a zip, yeah, that's rapper weed
But I know the nigga with it, so I get it cheap
That's yo' bitch right now, you fucked her after me
I hit everything I want, I got accuracy
I like my cars like my watches, shit, factory
What the fuck is twenty thousand? Won't last a week
Remember hitting niggas' crib, we'll crash the Jeep
Now we cashing Jeeps
Y'all can't laugh at me

[Verse 1]
I'll take his bitch and paint her face like it's a masterpiece
I told them niggas, tag his head, but they tagged his feet
My man sitting behind a wall, he can't ask to leave
I stack his cheesе while he gone bеcause the bag on me
A hood nigga clip full, but the gas on E
Give a bitch a make over, got cash OD
Pay for her hair, make sure her finger nails match her feet
Stick in her purse, so I make sure every bag on fleet
You know we make bought the whole crop when the bag come cheap
Nigga, just off four block, it won't last a week
All I did was stack my cheese, why niggas mad at me?
Fifty plain Jane watches go cash a fleet

[Chorus]
Six hundred for a zip, yeah, that's rapper weed
But I know the nigga with it, so I get it cheap
That's yo' bitch right now, you fucked her after me
I hit everything I want, I got accuracy
I like my cars like my watches, shit, factory
What the fuck is twenty thousand? Won't last a week
Remember hitting niggas' crib, we'll crash the Jeep
Now we cashing Jeeps
Y'all can't laugh at me

[Verse 2]
You gotta hustle for your goals, nigga stack your cheese
Remember taking all them Ls, I got back off Ps
I'm tailored made, I'm watch them niggas serve crack like weed
It's bloodshed at every time niggas lack, I squeeze
They ain't eating, they got a plate of black eye peas
I used to hit the road, scamming with fake IDs
I know niggas that got rich off fake RPs
How can I stop boy this really how we make our cheese
Sacrifice all my pawns to take y'all Kings
This a eight, all clean, hundred racks came in sleeves
Parked the foreign at the crib, we came in sleeves
This lemon cherry in my chest, I can't even breathe

[Chorus]
Six hundred for a zip, yeah, that's rapper weed
But I know the nigga with it, so I get it cheap
That's yo' bitch right now, you fucked her after me
I hit everything I want, I got accuracy
I like my cars like my watches, shit, factory
What the fuck is twenty thousand? Won't last a week
Remember hitting niggas' crib, we'll crash the Jeep
Now we cashing Jeeps
Y'all can't laugh at me