GRAMMY PARTY lyrics

[Intro]
I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick (Yeah)
Let's go, n*gga
Huh?
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby

[Chorus]
I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick
I got too much bread to do the talkin', get you—
I got too much bread to do that talkin', get you hit
And I can tell her everything about me, I'm a pimp

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I step on business, she gon' respect my pimpin' (Yeah)
You know I don't care 'bout feelings (Yeah), you know I care 'bout millions (Let's go)
You know she want me to f*ck her for free, she don't even let y'all n*ggas
I tell 'em new n*ggas better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all n*ggas (Yеah)

[Verse]
Pull up and hop out that thing on 'em, cars to the side (Yеah)
Hoggin' the lane on 'em, look how I drive
I'm in the paint on 'em, lil n*gga small
I'm havin' weight on 'em, get up and ball
Ain't finna wait on these bands a dog, she let me spank on 'em
I ain't finna waste time with none of you n*ggas
I crank up that Rolls Royce and go to the bank on 'em (Skrr, skrr)
Come get my key, I'm at the back with it
I'm on tequila, don't know the name of it
Got drunk as f*ck, I had a hangover
'bout to go buy my BM the new Ranger Rover
These n*ggas weak, I'm in the way on 'em
Ain't in the streets, ain't got no stain on 'em
I ain't gon' ever believe that she love me until she go tattoo my motherf*ckin' name on her
b*tch, I'm a dog, I'm in the cage on 'em
I set it off, ain't finna play on 'em
We let it out, f*ck her, and lay on her
She wanna go one more time, I'm okay with it
These n*ggas carry their gun every now and then, I am not one of them, I am gon' stay with it
These n*ggas touch me, I bet you that magazine inside the church'll have one of their face on it
b*tch, I'm a dog
[Chorus]
I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick
I got too much bread to do the talkin', get you—
I got too much bread to do that talkin', get you hit
And I can tell her everything about me, I'm a pimp

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I step on business, she gon' respect my pimpin' (Yeah)
You know I don't care 'bout feelings (Mm), you know I care 'bout millions (Let's go)
You know she want me to f*ck her for free, she don't even let y'all n*ggas (No)
I tell 'em new n*ggas better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all n*ggas (Yeah, ho)

[Outro]
Yeah
b*tch
Yeah
Let's go