Ahh Baby lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
(Playmakers)

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Gunna]
Ever since I got the 'Gatti in, they been callin' me big dawg
I'm in a new nine-eleven, yeah, I been ridin' in a twin tower
Every single b*tch I f*ck with gon' be fresh as a mint, ayy
Kickin' sh*t like I'm Liu Kang, freshest lil' n*gga, yeah
I run around with that wooly, yeah, yeah, one in the head, huh
Diamonds, they came out the cooler [?] the yellow Rolex, yeah
Thesе n*ggas see a better jewеler, you [?] then tell 'em I said so
f*cked on every ho, you n*ggas dead broke
Money sh*t [?], uh
Put it in Punta Cana stock, aw, baby
I ain't puttin' a sad song on
Plural calamari [?], aw, baby
I'ma let that money talk, uh
Steppin' in designer kicks every time I walk, huh, baby
I just throw my money inside a vault
Wake up early in the morning, go wash my diamonds off, yeah
I was watchin' from the nosebleed, aw, baby
I keep all my cars clean, aw, baby
Came from the top ain't rusting, aw, baby
Got bad hoes callin' me, aw, baby
Bad hoes following, oh, baby
I want that new Givenchy, oh, baby
I done drunk up all the lean, oh, baby
These VV's sound like oil sheen
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Trigger fingers itchin', ain't no Peter Griffin
Left the house without Ritalin, all of my n*ggas rebellious
I got a dawg name Cornelius, he let pit go on a b*tch
The fifty cal' with a kick, didn't even matter, you b*tch
It didn't even matter, it didn't even matter, lil' b*tch
I took the cape off my back, I'm not tryna say sh*t
I got a ton of new b*tches, it didn't even matter, lil' b*tch
It didn't even matter, lil' b*tch, ayy

[Verse 2: Gunna & Young Thug]
Get your sh*t splattered, you b*tch
Then get me a suite at the Ritz
Go to Ibiza with a b*tch, in the Sprinter, she suckin' the di*k
Order a bottle of Cris', I want you to come swallow my kids
YSL, all my n*ggas is lit, YSL on the bag on my b*tch
YSL, lot of b*tches, lot of bales
I got racks by the Lears, I took off with the mill'
I eat soup with the meal, I eat brunch with the mill'
Bentley Spur like lil' Nill, Kunta Kinte, kill, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Trigger fingers itchin', ain't no Peter Griffin
Left the house without Ritalin, all of my n*ggas rebellious
I got a dawg name Cornelius, he let pit go on a b*tch
The fifty cal' with a kick, didn't even matter, you b*tch
It didn't even matter, it didn't even matter, lil' b*tch
I took the cape off my back, I'm not tryna say sh*t
I got a ton of new b*tches, it didn't even matter, lil' b*tch
It didn't even matter, lil' b*tch, ayy