Team of Bad b#tches Lyrics – Baby Money
Singer: Baby Money
Title: Team of Bad b#tches
I’ma need a new starting five
b#tches ’bout to start comin’ off the bench (kutta, cut that sh#t up, man)
A team full of bad b#tches, go pick a jersey
Stay away from broke n#gg#s, i think i’m allergic
You scared of money, when you come around, you n#gg#s nervous
I’m in the lamb’ cuttin’ traffic, n#gg#, i’m a surgeon
When we say we poppin’ thirties, n#gg#, it ain’t perkies
My lil’ b#tch a spot worker, so i buy her purses (get what she need)
I’ll bust a b#tch down if the b#tch worth it (anything)
If you can’t help me make a dime, then a b#tch worthless (mhm)
Boy, don’t call my phone trippin’, talkin’ ’bout no b#tch
Don’t call my phone about no work, i think you tryna snitch
Your baby mama called my phone, shе told me i’m the sh#t
I just called thе bank back, they told me i was rich
A thousand yeahs in what order make a lot of sense (i’m on my way)
Never talk without your lawyer, boy, that’s common sense
He askin’ why we on his #ss, you chose the opposite
Hangin’ with them b#tch n#gg#s, that’s what got him zipped
Keep your opinion to yourself, y’all is not no killers
If you screamin’ out you real, you is not the realest
They gave my lil’ n#gg# life, he be poppin’ jiggas
You talkin’ down to get some p#ss# and you still ain’t hit it
A team full of bad b#tches, go pick a jersey
Stay away from broke n#gg#s, i think i’m allergic
You scared of money, when you come around, you n#gg#s nervous
I’m in the lamb’ cuttin’ traffic, n#gg#, i’m a surgeon
When we say we poppin’ thirties, n#gg#, it ain’t perkies
My lil’ b#tch a spot worker, so i buy her purses (get what she need)
I’ll bust a b#tch down if the b#tch worth it (anything)
If you can’t help me make a dime, then a b#tch worthless (mhm)
Got two phones, one for hoes, one with sh#t urgent
Tolerate no disrespect, we grab sticks, purging
Dropped out of school, i been ballin’ ever since pershing
The gang got the same chain, this the big version
She asked for a bag, i looked at her, “you ain’t even earn it” (is you stupid?)
Beat a brick of girl down like it’s tina turner (jump on it)
Drive the load back from cali’, it’s gon’ be a journey (take a risk)
But when the whole bag gone, you should see the earnings (money)
I got b#tches that got n#gg#s, they just wanna f#ck me (mhm)
This b#tch must think i’m a sucker, she just said she love me (yeah right)
She called my phone, i hung up, this ain’t ’bout no money (shut up)
A half a ticket in all twenties i turned in for hundreds
A team full of bad b#tches, go pick a jersey
Stay away from broke n#gg#s, i think i’m allergic
You scared of money, when you come around, you n#gg#s nervous
I’m in the lamb’ cuttin’ traffic, n#gg#, i’m a surgeon
When we say we poppin’ thirties, n#gg#, it ain’t perkies
My lil’ b#tch a spot worker, so i buy her purses (get what she need)
I’ll bust a b#tch down if the b#tch worth it (anything)
If you can’t help me make a dime, then a b#tch worthless (mhm)
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