tee grizzley & skilla baby - b legit lyrics
[intro: tee grizzley & sk!lla baby]
wanna f+ck with me, you gotta be legit, i’m sick with it
brodie off a e with a forty, b+tch, we sick with it
(h+lluva made this beat, baby)
[chorus: sk!lla baby]
this a box of ’bows, not a five+dollar bag
i’m a million+dollar n+gga, what’s a hundred+thousand+dollar stash?
this ain’t no lil’ boy money, boy, this big business
wanna f+ck 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: sk!lla 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 gon’ hide it for me
this thе type of sh+t get a young n+gga rich
i’m a young n+gga, but i don’t do young n+gga sh+t
plain presi, bust patek, ap for my b+tch
when we walk in a room, they know me and tee rich
used to wanna be rich, now i’m rich than a b+tch
so much ice on my neck, look like four n+ggas’ kits
i ain’t got nothin’, nothin’ for a poor n+gga b+tch
i get money, if it don’t make no dollars, it don’t make no sense
[chorus: sk!lla baby & tee grizzley]
this a box of ’bows, not a five+dollar bag
i’m a million+dollar n+gga, what’s a hundred+thousand+dollar stash?
this ain’t no lil’ boy money, boy, this big business
just wanna f+ck 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
f+ck if you been hoopin’ all your life, i still’ll ball on you
n+ggas icy, walkin’ into zeidman’s, ’bout to p+wn somethin’
everything in this bentley mine except for dog woman
turntest in the city, boy, that’s me and sb
and my shooter turnt, he done cooked more sh+t than chef cleaz
tell the army send these n+ggas vests for they head please
cl!ckin’ on my page the only time these n+ggas press me, ayy
mansion in the hills, million+dollar deals
n+gga lit off sayin’ my name, i should send his team a bill
been them n+ggas since i was king tee and bro was sk!llz
and we show off for these hoes, ayy, give me change for some m’s
[chorus: sk!lla baby]
this a box of ‘bows, not a five+dollar bag
i’m a million+dollar n+gga, what’s a hundred+thousand+dollar stash?
this ain’t no lil’ boy money, boy, this big business
just wanna f+ck 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 (just to help me count it)
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