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[Intro: Skilla Baby, Tay B & Baby Money]
Huh?
All facts, lil' n*gga (Trigga, turn me up)
We eat the most, all facts
'Fits was way more than three G's, though
Yeah (Huh?), easy money sh*t
Y'all hear that sh*t
On the yeah side, I guess
Go

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Every time I'm out of town, you know I come yeah (Yeah)
Baby just asked me do I wanna f*ck? Yeah (Yeah)
Every chain on me cost a hundred bucks, yeah (Yeah)
They wonder when I shoot, should the opps duck? Yeah (Yeah)
Wrist bust, yeah (Yeah), is this a Patek? Yeah (Yeah)
Ice crushed in all pointers for my lil' yeah (Yeah)
My b*tch bad, yeah (Yeah), pus*y wet, yeah (Yeah)
I'm out of town somewhere shoppin' with my lil' yeah (Yeah, huh?)

[Verse 1: Tay B]
Is that a Patek? Yeah, is it bust? Yeah
Is that that watch that cost a couple hundred bucks? Yeah
Three links, two Cubans, not enough, yeah
You can't buy this sh*t, you ain't got enough, yeah
I'm not Omarion, but I'll get you touched, yeah
So many chickens in the crib, it look like guts, yeah
Last year was one-point-two, I made some bucks, yeah
You can say I made a hundred thousand every month, yeah
Come and f*ck a rich n*gga, I'll turn you up, yeah
Skilla bought a chain, he could've bought a Bentley truck, yeah
You f*ck me, you f*ck cuz, but keep it on the hush, yeah
We got pointers in our chain, boy, your diamonds lookin' crushed, yeah
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Every time I'm out of town, you know I come yeah (Yeah)
Baby just asked me do I wanna f*ck? Yeah (Yeah)
Every chain on me cost a hundred bucks, yeah (Yeah)
They wonder when I shoot, should the opps duck? Yeah (Yeah)
Wrist bust, yeah (Yeah), is this a Patek? Yeah (Yeah)
Ice crushed in all pointers for my lil' yeah (Yeah)
My b*tch bad, yeah (Yeah), pus*y wet, yeah (Yeah)
I'm out of town somewhere shoppin' with my lil' yeah (Yeah, huh?)

[Verse 2: Baby Money]
She f*ck the gang, yeah, my watches plain, yeah
Is it true you spent one-fifty on a chain? Yeah
He got on Live playin' games, now he braindead
Laugh at hoes, ain't no way we hit the same yeah
That's a Rollie, yeah, b*tches on me, yeah
I hit a b*tch and then I act like I don't know her, yeah
We all had watches and the chain way before the yeah
This a switch, ain't gotta aim, I just know he dead, b*tch n*gga
Rick Owens, yeah, wrist blown, yeah
Bald-heads in my Glock, I'm Sisqó-in', yeah
Run up in a n*gga spot tiptoeing, yeah
A stomach shot'll have a n*gga hip rollin', yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Every time I'm out of town, you know I come yeah (Yeah)
Baby just asked me do I wanna f*ck? Yeah (Yeah)
Every chain on me cost a hundred bucks, yeah (Yeah)
They wonder when I shoot, should the opps duck? Yeah (Yeah)
Wrist bust, yeah (Yeah), is this a Patek? Yeah (Yeah)
Ice crushed in all pointers for my lil' yeah (Yeah)
My b*tch bad, yeah (Yeah), pus*y wet, yeah (Yeah)
I'm out of town somewhere shoppin' with my lil' yeah (Yeah, huh?)