Bally Money - Bally Baby

Tell that lil bitch "call me Bally Baby"
She fuck me good I might buy a 'cedes
Don't know what it is, got these niggas hatin
I pull up too drippy, make fashion statement
I dropped off my heart that shit hella vacant
Let's get this cheddar, don't fuck with bacon
My nigga a shooter, no hesitation
I drive a hoe crazy off penetration
They thought I wasn't workin like I was lazy
I put in this work heavily sedated
So now I'ma flex, put it in they faces
I only want blues like a fucking racist
My dreads hangin low like I'm so Jamaican
I kill this lil pussy like I'ma haitian
I'm cool on the feelings, no situations
Can't lock up the kid like I'm in the station

I'm so turnt up & you can't turn me down
You get burnt up if you seein me frown
She takin flight like she right outta town
I stuff my gar with some muthafucking loud
We got sticks & them muthafucking pounds
We like Joc, bitch this shit goin down
Big bra split you with the Ruger rounds
Bitch nigga get up on the ground
I can feel all of yo energy
Right away I see a enemy
Fuck niggas hate to see a nigga eat
I'm loadin up, so I'm trynna creep
I take my doses, she in my sheets
I turn yo good girl into a freak
I don't want stress, I want fuckin peace
I don't want love, I'm just trynna grease

Zoom, gotta do 100 on the eway
I play that bitch like a DJ
Hit back to back like a replay
Shoot to a club where the Heats play
On that bitch brain like some deep braids
I got the clips in case she need fades
She want smoke if the beef steak
I throw my lawyer the briefcase

Tell that lil bitch "call me Bally Baby"
She fuck me good I might buy a 'cedes
Don't know what it is, got these niggas hatin
I pull up too drippy, make fashion statement
I dropped off my heart that shit hella vacant
Let's get this cheddar, don't fuck with bacon
My nigga a shooter, no hesitation
I drive a hoe crazy off penetration
They thought I wasn't workin like I was lazy
I put in this work heavily sedated
So now I'ma flex, put it in they faces
I only want blues like a fucking racist
My dreads hangin low like I'm so Jamaican
I kill this lil pussy like I'ma haitian
I'm cool on the feelings, no situations
Can't lock up the kid like I'm in the station

Written by:
Bally Money, Chad Thomas

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