EBT lyrics

[Intro: Skilla Baby]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
Huh?
(Zara, you makin' grease again?)
(Damn, Markie done turned that sh*t up)
Uh-uh, ah-ah
Uh-uh, ah
Huh?

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
If I take a n*gga b*tch on a trip, he ain't gon' get her back
Put her on a flight overnight, I'm really into that
pus*y good as hell, take her in Chanel to get a bag
She buy me Amiri every month, we goin' tit-for-tat
Alexander Wang for my one thing, that's chump change
She gon' go to Hutch, ice me up, she know I love chains
She just wanna see a skinny n*gga in some buff frames
She know I spend that sh*t, plus I tuck pape'

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Rеal street n*gga, I'm every b*tch type
Young rich n*gga, I'm еvery b*tch type
I be with drug dealers, I'm every b*tch type
Ghetto young n*gga, I'm every b*tch type
That money gettin' spent, I'm every b*tch type
That bag gettin' sent, I'm every b*tch type
Turn the rags into riches, I'm every b*tch type
I'm with the baddest of b*tches, I'm every b*tch type
[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
I done Dior'd my kicks, I Dior'd my b*tch
If she in my face, she gon' get hit
I know I'ma knock her down if she on my list
I love a bad b*tch that don't mind a street n*gga
That ain't gon' never give that pus*y to a weak n*gga
When she see the kit on me, I'ma leave with her
She don't want a fan, she want a VIP n*gga
Matching minks in the winter, baby, I'm a D n*gga
You ain't gon' get her back if Mari, Los, or me hit her
These hoes be goin', these n*ggas be timid
She let a real n*gga hit it, now you wanna beef with her
Bankroll all Crip blue, I don't see n*ggas

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Real street n*gga, I'm every b*tch type
Young rich n*gga, I'm every b*tch type
I be with drug dealers, I'm every b*tch type
Ghetto young n*gga, I'm every b*tch type
That money gettin' spent, I'm every b*tch type
That bag gettin' sent, I'm every b*tch type
Turn the rags into riches, I'm every b*tch type
I'm with the baddest of b*tches, I'm every b*tch type

[Verse 3: Baby Money]
I don't f*ck with yellow gold, n*gga, every wrist white
A shark [?][2:00], that's every b*tch type
Celine bags if I talk to you, I tell you that sh*t light
'Bout to take over a state and pay for every b*tch flight
Hell yeah, she got a presi', her head deadly
Turkeys layin' around the crib like we livin' at a deli
Turn my twenties into hundreds, it's a fetish
Them n*ggas blew they stash, now they askin' for a method
Let me ask you hoes a question, who really gettin' money?
From my watch to my necklace, who really spendin' hundreds?
Hit your block and drop fifty twice, we really spin a hundred
I can't f*ck for anything, so I gotta stand for something
Tell her blow me down
And if them b*tches catch me up, tell her hold me down
Y'all need to do some catchin' up, we be blowin' pounds
A thousand fiends out the crib, look like Rolling Loud
I cleared the path in two months, so I know he proud
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Real street n*gga, I'm every b*tch type
Young rich n*gga, I'm every b*tch type
I be with drug dealers, I'm every b*tch type
Ghetto young n*gga, I'm every b*tch type
That money gettin' spent, I'm every b*tch type
That bag gettin' sent, I'm every b*tch type
Turn the rags into riches, I'm every b*tch type
I'm with the baddest of b*tches, I'm every b*tch type