Skilla Baby
Yeah
[Intro: Skilla Baby, Tay B & Baby Money]
Huh?
All facts, lil' n***a (Trigga, turn me up)
We eat the most, all facts
'Fits was way more than three G's, though
Yeah (Huh?), easy money shit
Y'all hear that shit
On the yeah side, I guess
Go

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Every time I'm out of town, you know I come yeah (Yeah)
Baby just asked me do I wanna fuck? Yeah (Yeah)
Every chain on me cost a hundred bucks, yeah (Yeah)
They wonder when I shoot, should the opps duck? Yeah (Yeah)
Wrist bust, yeah (Yeah), is this a Patek? Yeah (Yeah)
Ice crushed in all pointers for my lil' yeah (Yeah)
My bitch bad, yeah (Yeah), pussy wet, yeah (Yeah)
I'm out of town somewhere shoppin' with my lil' yeah (Yeah, huh?)

[Verse 1: Tay B]
Is that a Patek? Yeah, is it bust? Yeah
Is that that watch that cost a couple hundred bucks? Yeah
Three links, two Cubans, not enough, yeah
You can't buy this shit, you ain't got enough, yeah
I'm not Omarion, but I'll get you touched, yeah
So many chickens in the crib, it look like guts, yeah
Last year was one-point-two, I made some bucks, yeah
You can say I made a hundred thousand every month, yeah
Come and fuck a rich n***a, I'll turn you up, yeah
Skilla bought a chain, he could've bought a Bentley truck, yeah
You fuck me, you fuck cuz, but keep it on the hush, yeah
We got pointers in our chain, boy, your diamonds lookin' crushed, yeah
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Every time I'm out of town, you know I come yeah (Yeah)
Baby just asked me do I wanna fuck? Yeah (Yeah)
Every chain on me cost a hundred bucks, yeah (Yeah)
They wonder when I shoot, should the opps duck? Yeah (Yeah)
Wrist bust, yeah (Yeah), is this a Patek? Yeah (Yeah)
Ice crushed in all pointers for my lil' yeah (Yeah)
My bitch bad, yeah (Yeah), pussy wet, yeah (Yeah)
I'm out of town somewhere shoppin' with my lil' yeah (Yeah, huh?)

[Verse 2: Baby Money]
She fuck the gang, yeah, my watches plain, yeah
Is it true you spent one-fifty on a chain? Yeah
He got on Live playin' games, now he braindead
Laugh at hoes, ain't no way we hit the same yeah
That's a Rollie, yeah, bitches on me, yeah
I hit a bitch and then I act like I don't know her, yeah
We all had watches and the chain way before the yeah
This a switch, ain't gotta aim, I just know he dead, bitch n***a
Rick Owens, yeah, wrist blown, yeah
Bald-heads in my Glock, I'm Sisqó-in', yeah
Run up in a n***a spot tiptoeing, yeah
A stomach shot'll have a n***a hip rollin', yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Every time I'm out of town, you know I come yeah (Yeah)
Baby just asked me do I wanna fuck? Yeah (Yeah)
Every chain on me cost a hundred bucks, yeah (Yeah)
They wonder when I shoot, should the opps duck? Yeah (Yeah)
Wrist bust, yeah (Yeah), is this a Patek? Yeah (Yeah)
Ice crushed in all pointers for my lil' yeah (Yeah)
My bitch bad, yeah (Yeah), pussy wet, yeah (Yeah)
I'm out of town somewhere shoppin' with my lil' yeah (Yeah, huh?)