B.B. lyrics

[Intro: Tae Bae]
(SGull)
(Gitt Fai on the way)
They say money make her c*m and broke n*ggas make her mad (Broke n*ggas make her mad), uh
They say money make her c*m and broke n*ggas make her— (Broke n*ggas make her—)
Yeah, they say money make her c*m and broke n*ggas make her mad (Broke n*ggas make her mad)
They say money make her c*m and broke n*ggas make her—
They say money make hеr c*m and broke n*ggas make her—

[Verse 1: Tae Bae]
Know I'm a rеal big stepper
Eat the b*tch up, I'm talkin' Hannibal Lecter
Let a n*gga play and I swear to God I'ma stretch 'em
See why they on your head 'cause baby you know you pressure (You know you pressure), yeah, yeah
You deserve a Birkin
Working so hard, bae, you deserve it
Know she make a lame n*gga nervous (Nervous)
Get on that di*k and start swervin' (Skrrt)
Ayy, I told her cut the lights down low (Cut the lights down, lights down low)
I'm off the Perc', I want you right now (I'm off the Perc', I want you right now, yeah, right now, right now)

[Chorus: Tae Bae & Dreezy]
They say money make her c*m and broke n*ggas make her mad
And if she f*ck me good, I get her a Birkin bag
They say money make her c*m and broke n*ggas make her—
They say money make her c*m and broke n*ggas make her—
They say money make her c*m and broke n*ggas make her mad
And if she f*ck me good, I get her a Birkin bag
They say money make her c*m and broke n*ggas make her—
They say money make her c*m and broke n*ggas make her— (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Dreezy]
He say I'm a ten up in the face, thin waist with a perfect ass
Like Keke, got palms, difference is, I don't gag (Ah)
Wraith with the stars, give me the world when I'm mad
You giving these n*ggas credit, I make 'em purchase in cash (Fasho')
I'm the main topic, drip in sh*t they ain't copped yet (Drippin')
Call up Tae Bae, hit a n*gga up for name dropping (Grrra)
You the type to swipe out then go and file a claim 'bout it
You b*tches can't get fly like me if we had the same closet
These n*ggas act like they bougie but to me Ratatouille (Shh)
If that money make him sag then we making a movie, get it?
Chenae with the Louis, he drape me in Pucci
Money make me c*m, I told him pop the safe when he do me (Big Dreez)

[Chorus: Tae Bae]
They say money make her c*m and broke n*ggas make her mad
And if she f*ck me good, I get her a Birkin bag
They say money make her c*m and broke n*ggas make her—
They say money make her c*m and broke n*ggas make her—
They say money make her c*m and broke n*ggas make her mad
And if she f*ck me good, I get her a Birkin bag
They say money make her c*m and broke n*ggas make her—
They say money make her c*m and broke n*ggas make her—