Mine On It lyrics

by

Baby Money


[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah (Bang that sh*t)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(b*tch, you know Antt did the beat)
Ayy

[Chorus]
Yeah, the plug showed me love, but I put mine on it (I put mine on it)
A thousand for a shirt, ain't got a sign on it (That b*tch plain)
If she tell you I ain't f*ck, boy, she lied on me (That b*tch cap)
Heatseeker on the chop, you can't hide from him (Yeah)
The sh*t that made him laugh, he died from it (Now he dead)
A n*gga make me mad, it's five on him
Yeah, the killers love me, they'll drop your ass for five hundred (Oh, that's facts)
But I'm a boss, I go'n ahead and put a dimе on him (Put him on)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bust a brick in your face, you see the shinе on it
The loudest n*gga in the room got the quiet money
Quarter million on in ice with that fire on me
Couldn't ride with us, now them n*ggas sayin' they ridin' on me
Yeah, my life good, we'll cop it if the price good
I put a chain on my Draco, call that Icewood
I put Chanel on my freaks, that's a light jugg
These hoes tryna have a threesome, told 'em fight for it
That's your mans, you gon' die with him
Her main n*gga her side n*gga
I perform, I get 8K for five minutes
I'm in a foreign, it do two hundred in five seconds
I'm tryna f*ck her in the car, I told her drive naked
[Chorus]
Yeah, the plug showed me love, but I put mine on it (I put mine on it)
A thousand for a shirt, ain't got a sign on it (That b*tch plain)
If she tell you I ain't f*ck, boy, she lied on me (That b*tch cap)
Heatseeker on the chop, you can't hide from him (Yeah)
The sh*t that made him laugh, he died from it (Now he dead)
A n*gga make me mad, it's five on him
Yeah, the killers love me, they'll drop your ass for five hundred (Oh, that's facts)
But I'm a boss, I go'n ahead and put a dime on him (Put him on)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I know the snowman, I'm a 'bow man
A hundred pounds with no man, move with no hands
I'm blackhearted, break her heart, don't feel no pain
I put a bag on the eight and call it Rocaine
Yeah, I put some gas on the block and call it propane
b*tch, you wanna make some money? What's your whole name?
You ever been to West V? Drive the whole day
How the f*ck you tryna beef, you ain't got no pape'?
It's crazy [?][1:35] turned me to a felon
My mama said, "Stop sippin', boy, you got a belly"
Body on my left wrist, this n*gga got a skelly
I ain't never seen a president rock a presi', easy money

[Chorus]
Yeah, the plug showed me love, but I put mine on it (I put mine on it)
A thousand for a shirt, ain't got a sign on it (That b*tch plain)
If she tell you I ain't f*ck, boy, she lied on me (That b*tch cap)
Heatseeker on the chop, you can't hide from him (Yeah)
The sh*t that made him laugh, he died from it (Now he dead)
A n*gga make me mad, it's five on him
Yeah, the killers love me, they'll drop your ass for five hundred (Oh, that's facts)
But I'm a boss, I go'n ahead and put a dime on him (Put him on)
[Outro]
(Beatgang)
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