DaBaby

"DO DAT"

[Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas & DaBaby]
B-B-Bankroll Got It (Real n*ggas all gangstas)
On mami (Uh), this n*gga 4X got rich in six months, you heard? (Huh, no cap)
It's gotta be that Billion Dollar Baby sh*t, know the f*ck goin' on
n*gga really got rich in six months, for real, I watched that sh*t with my own f*ckin' eyes
Really three, but that n*gga spend too goddamn much

Goddamn, this n*gga get so much goddamn money, n*gga, what the f*ck? (Ten)
Oh my God, I got a taste of the Rich Youngin
Okay (Okay), I'ma give them a taste of this sh*t
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
He got rich in six months, how he do that? (How he do that?)
I keep my foot on their neck, but y'all knew that (Y'all knew that)
We ain't goin', your sh*t'd got blewed back (Bah)
Your ass get whooped, said, "Smoke," we could do that (Ooh)
I break her neck, she like, "Who that?"
Your ho, these diamonds on me get your boo wet (Uh)
She ate the D like she knew me (Uh)
I'm the streets' hottest youngin', she already knew that (4X)

[Verse 1: Stunna 4 Vegas]
We all put a b*tch up like a throwback (Freak ho)
She mixed the purp with the Moët (Uh)
So many racks, like I grow it (Racks)
Hit the stage, do my dance in this b*tch like I'm Kodak (Uh)
Make 'em freeze like he took a Kodak (Freeze)
My lil' n*gga move on 'em on my whistle
That b*tch think I'm hot, sizzle
I'm a Pitt (Uh), told me her n*gga a Shih Tzu (Uh, uh)
I won't go back and forth with no rap n*gga, I got business to tend to
Too many racks to count, lil' n*gga, I flip you (Flip)
We fill him up with lead like a pencil (Brrt, brrt)
No diss, I'm tryna send a missile
I need M's, b*tch, I'm on a mission (Cash)
I'm with my, I'm with my shooter, but I got a stick, too (Uh, he up)
He up, then I'm uppin' this b*tch 'til it click, too (Bah)

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
He got rich in six months, how he do that? (How he do that?)
I keep my foot on their neck, but y'all knew that (Y'all knew that)
We ain't goin', your sh*t'd got blewed back (Bah)
Your ass get whooped, said, "Smoke," we could do that (Ooh, let's go)
I break her neck, she like, "Who that?"
Your ho, these diamonds on me get your boo wet (Uh)
She ate the D like she knew me (Uh)
I'm the streets' hottest youngin', she already knew that (4X)

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
I say, "We gon' call that boy Rich Youngin'" (Rich)
He got rich in six months, I can vouch (Let's go)
Okay, you done got slick at the mouth (Yeah)
That lil' b*tch talkin' sh*t, kick her out (Like, b*tch)
I made my young n*ggas do that (Yeah), go pull up and post up a pic at your house (Cheese)
Make him tap, BDB in the cab (Let's go)
Hit his ass with that stick, he come out (Okay)
I done went and spent a whole lot of money with Johnny, I got a whole brick in my mouth (Yessir)
My b*tch get the money, b*tch send the deposit if you want my b*tch to come out (No cap)
They want f*ck me, Big 4 and my DJ (Big 4)
Throw my shirt at a ho, it's on eBay
Windows down, the heat on on the freeway (Hm)
I pull up with Rich Youngin', they holler, "That n*gga"

[Chorus: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Got rich in six months, how he do that? (How he do that?)
I keep my foot on their neck, but y'all knew that (Y'all knew that)
Goin'-we ain't goin', your sh*t'd got blewed back (Bah)
Your ass get whooped, said, "Smoke," we could do that (Ooh, let's go)
I break her neck, she like, "Who that?"
Your ho, these diamonds on me get your boo wet (Uh)
She ate the D like she knew me (Uh)
I'm the streets' hottest youngin', she already knew that (4X)

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Baby
It's Baby and Baby and 4X
I ran that lil' sh*t up in no time
I'm puttin' di*k in your b*tch if we lock eyes
I'm so hot, start a fire when I walk in
Hit her friend, I ain't stop when she walk in (Nat)
I can drop every month and go top ten
Make her do what I say, let her get what she want
b*tch, you better shut up when I'm talkin' (Shut up)
Lot of cars, how the f*ck I miss walkin'? (Nah)
I drop hit after hit, I don't miss (Never)
'Posed to be somewhere servin' in one of them houses with pounds, how the f*ck I get rich?
Who the hell said that life was a b*tch?
I got too many b*tches but one life to live
f*ck how they feel, if we got a problem, then money'll solve it
My dollars and followers match
I really started from scratch, pistol and pack, now I get millions to rap
Influence the youngins to trap
Put my whole hood on the map, first the water was tap
Now a jet for a nap, now the motor in the back
Meet promoter with racks, keep her head in my lap
And my hand on the strap, ain't no dyke sh*t
On that Chief Keef, "I Don't Like" sh*t

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