Lil Baby – Ready Lyrics

[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I can’t fuck with none of y’all niggas, y’all disgust me
When you with your maggot ass friends, don’t discuss me
FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me
I hear ’em sayin’ such and such, a nigga ain’t gon’ touch me
Big body Benz, ‘member I used to be dusty
Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please
I was sellin’ weed when they came out with white tee
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee
Whole hood poppin’, other niggas, they don’t like me
Made her eat it up, she told her friend, “He gon’ wife me”
All my niggas thoroughbred, I don’t fuck with crossbreeds
Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready (Ready)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y’s (Margiel-y)
Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y’s (Baguette-y)
Ain’t gon’ bash you bitches, I ain’t petty (Nah)
Just know we fuckin’, we ain’t goin’ steady (Goin’ steady)
I don’t wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more Addy)
I ain’t have no kid but I’m her daddy (I’m her daddy)
Better shake her ass like it’s Magic (Like it’s Magic)
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage (Yeah)
Carats everywhere, I’m a rabbit (I’m a rabbit)
I ain’t Shawty Lo, but what’s happenin’? (What’s happenin’?)
We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
I’m on fuckin go, I can’t panic (I can’t panic)

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Outro: Lil Baby]
Money conversations, check my feng shui
I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel, I’m on straight
Supermodel, her body gon’ be my entree
I been runnin’ with hitters, my youngins gun slang
Cars of the day, brand new Wraith
My life circle, mines ain’t straight
Bills ain’t late, paid no notes
I ain’t no joke, they want smoke
We exotic, start a riot, we gon’ riot
.223’s, drakes outside
We don’t get tired, we gon’ die

Two-9 – By The Hour (feat. Fatkidsbrotha, Key!, Jace & Curtis Williams)

[Verse 1 – LightSkinMac11]
Said it’s pits on the fence in case I catch a ‘fense
And I’m never on the porch case them boys are broke
And them boys talking down hanging by a rope
Baby blue pit had to show ’em the ropes
Never s**t where you eat, baby boy you gotta know
Every ho that’s a freak ain’t green to go
Nowadays hair retarded, doing something with their throats
Gotta be 21, you won’t catch me in court
Open suitcase, n***a O.T
Don’t front dawg, s**t get UFC
Don’t front dawg, ever I see you
You’ll need an IV if ever I see you

[Hook/Chorus – Key!]
Playing with my money, you’s a goner
S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
Talking ’bout money, give me router
Young n***a I get paid by the hour
Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
Man I got pull, I got power
Man I got pull, I got power

[Verse 2 – Cartier Dave]
To me, less is more, pay attention to detail
N****s (?) be bed but they be frail
Type you caine with the cuts like a weak scale
But I mean well, this Cartier smelling like Chanel
Got her browing back bouquets like she wear a veil
With my foe like crusade, b***h you know ’em well
And if bro get locked today know I got his bail
And these words that I say got diamonds in the mail
East side n***a with more bars than Rice Street
Got this b***h on go, now her ex want to fight me
Call that b***h a plumber, she be right where the pipe be
I been hustling all summer, now my bank account Nike

[Hook/Chorus – Key!]
Playing with my money, you’s a goner
S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
Talking ’bout money, give me router
Young n***a I get paid by the hour
Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
Man I got pull, I got power
Man I got pull, I got power

[Verse 3 – Curtis Williams]
Talking down about the gang then we gon’ cause a scene
F**k you for the culture n****s, Two-9 been a team
Ain’t ask for help boy, I did this s**t my damn self
So when I get it I’ma spend this s**t my damn self
Need more than just an eighth or two
Hope you ain’t bring no date with you
Get around the gang, I promise that she will not stay with you
These p***y n****s got a lot to say
I need a crib that’s in the hills, yeah that’s a lot to pay
So I got a lot to make, these n****s hella fake
Won’t say s**t to your face, back up and give me space
Yeah, uh, I’m counting money by the hour
Make it by the hour, spend it by the hour

[Hook/Chorus – Key!]
Playing with my money, you’s a goner
S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
Talking ’bout money, give me router
Young n***a I get paid by the hour
Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
Man I got pull, I got power
Man I got pull, I got power

[Verse 4 – Jace]
I got power like the lights so I’m on start
All my money fast but I’m on bars
Free that boy Bobby, f**k a dumb charge
Do the same for my dawgs, Two-9 no gun boy
So east side it’s a god damn shame
They angry ’bout it, I don’t know a god damn thing
I am too cool, I am three hot
I’m little three on (?) in oh-four and oh-five
F**k your intel, you just telling lies
I got (?) like the tide, they smell when I’ve arrived
Send the clips in overdrive, I can’t even lie
Do a line and sip a line, say I did it for the god
Boy don’t play with mines

[Hook/Chorus – Key!]
Playing with my money, you’s a goner
S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
Talking ’bout money, give me router
Young n***a I get paid by the hour
Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
Man I got pull, I got power
Man I got pull, I got power