Work of Art

Yea (Niggas can't fuck with Baby E) (If I ain't makin $, I'm with JValley) Bae I got a question, tell me what's your salary? You a work of art you belong in a gallery We could run it up, burn a lot of calories Keep broke shit away (achoo), I got allergies Gettin' too much money is that why these niggas mad at me? Too turnt up, yea that's the way I had to be They going out bad, out sad, what a tragedy Top notch bitches I don't fuck with hoes that's raggedy Can't you see baby girl that's why I'm fuckin' with you Green twenties, pink fifties, and the hunnids is blue One day you'll be my bitch and i'ma run it by you New shoes, new bag, I might get you a coupe Put you on something new give you residuals too You don't gotta say you feeling me I'm feeling you too Take a dip in the jacuzzi and a swim in the pool Order take out smoke a blunt with it too Pop a clase azul and get drunk with it too You could bring your best friend she gon' fuck with it too Bae you fuck with a gangsta, a gentleman too Careful when you fuck with me get stuck like some glue It's money on the phone I'm pickin' up every time Know I need every penny, but I ain't droppin' no dimes If I ain't pickin' off your plate, why you picking off mine? I swear that pussy do voodoo lil baby still on my mind When I look up in the past I came a long way R.I.P. the dead homies I miss 'em all day You postin' jewelry on the gram but it's all fake Cut my grass I looked down, it was all snakes 'Geesy finna pick me up ten times if I fall aye Lil baby know I got some long dick and some long pape' Brought some molly with me fuck her right we made a whole tape Nut up in her mouth, all he tasted was some Colgate Rack flipper, cash getter, tryna grab niggas I ain't tryna squabble, ain't no blicky, i'ma stab niggas You know we gon' stand on bidness like a bidness man Peanut butter Gen-5 spinnin' like the ceiling fan Who need it? huh aye We on they block buttons on us, yeah we tryna kill a demon huh aye Spin they block, double back, they tryna hell that nigga breathin' But it's too late All these niggas too fake, but pop it like they shoot K's You know I got that water boy that Bobby Boucher I just made a hunnid twenty thousand off of two plays Play with us you know we on your top we on your toupee I been tryna been since a jit not no 2K This dope will make a nigga jump back and fix a tooth ache That pussy bomb ass hell, that's my baby that's my boo thang