Baby Money - Scratchin' Up The Maybach Lyrics

(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)

Yeah, out the windows
Cubans scratchin' up the Maybach
Let 'em keep deposit's
Tell 'em I don't want no pape' back
This lil' bitch keep smilin'
Wanna fuck me, bitch, say that
She say she from the islands
So I asked her where the yay at
Two hundred 'bows in the room
Let's have a taste fest
I put a condom on the pole
And call it safe sex
No Aunt Jemima, when I pour it
It's like straight breakfast
Pray you make it home first
And put your pape' second

Yeah, yeah, it's happenin', lеt's trap again
We got boy and girl, no human trafficking
Spot full of money counters, scalеs
And vacuum seals
He damn rich, throwin' up Crip, bitch
I'm active still
Fuck love, looked at Money, is your ass real?
Did you get that from your
Mama? Is your ass real?
She like to suck me while I'm drivin', Jesus
Grab the wheel a nigga with a good heart
My bitch bad as hell
I know you counted that lil' stack of
Cheese and you seen them extras
Thought you finessed me
I was really showin' love
Go check my section
I was really throwin' dubs
Fuck up your foreign, nigga, we
Don't give a fuck, easy money

Out the windows
Cubans scratchin' up the Maybach
Let 'em keep deposit's
Tell 'em I don't want no pape' back
This lil' bitch keep smilin'
Wanna fuck me, bitch, say that
She say she from the islands
So I asked her where the yay at
Two hundred 'bows in the room
Let's have a taste fest
I put a condom on the pole
And call it safe sex
No Aunt Jemima, when I pour it
It's like straight breakfast
Pray you make it home first
And put your pape' second

Yeah, yeah, I'm back around, no backin' down
Niggas don't put this shit on
They just actin' fly
They gave your boy a blank check
I feel like Macintosh
Five thousand for a 'fit
Don't need no caption now
Rose kit and white kit, can't even decide
Remember I ain't have shit
I can be extra now
I got kicked up out the gym
They say I flex a lot
Movin' 'bows back and forth
That's my exercise
Remember seein' a million cash
Had me mesmerized
And you protected in the trap
This is scary hours
I been ballin' since a kid
Ask Terry 'bout me
The presis look like duck sauce
Coupe teriyaki

Out the windows
Cubans scratchin' up the Maybach
Let 'em keep deposit's
Tell 'em I don't want no pape' back
This lil' bitch keep smilin'
Wanna fuck me, bitch, say that
She say she from the islands
So I asked her where the yay at
Two hundred 'bows in the room
Let's have a taste fest
I put a condom on the pole
And call it safe sex
No Aunt Jemima, when I pour it
It's like straight breakfast
Pray you make it home first
And put your pape' second

(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)