Lyrics M.T.T.M - Baby Prince

Yeah she goin off coke now
Crashed the whip she broke down
Where she at tonight
Baby Prince that′s all she wrote now
Point me to the right house
Kno I'm kinda high
High, high, high, high
Know you wanna... WAVV)

Tell me what you need to know bout it bout it bout it yeah
Always gotta keep you close season pass cummin yeah
My lil shawty love the pole yeah she love to thumb it yeah
I don′t even wanna talk ain't bout the money
Yeah if it ain't bout the money
Tell me what you need to know bout it bout it bout it yeah
Always gotta keep you close season pass cummin yeah
Rubber bands they never fold married to the money yeah

Married to the money
Know a young nigga cold baby keep it coming yeah
And I sell it for the low jumping like jumanji yeah
Im cashin no deposits yeah
She gon back it up and park it
(Skrrt skrrt)
Ride this dick just like a Harley (ride)
I been geeking off the molly (high, geek geek geek geek yeah)

You know that my heart is froze, heart is froze outta here
Baby Prince I need two hoes she can′t know bout other pairs
But she keep poking out her clothes she know a starter here
Always gotta finish oh finish what I started yeah

Spin again
If I die, do you win
Sacrifice, then again
Is there hope cos it looks thin
F and N
Spin again
If I die, do you win
I′m not your blood I'm not yo dawg
I′m not yo friend i'm not yo kin

I was high
Off the drugs
Pray to the lord for my sins
I ran out
Fell outta love
Can′t have no hoe raise my kids yeah

Tell me what you need to know bout it bout it bout it yeah
Always gotta keep you close season pass cummin yeah
My lil shawty love the pole yeah she love to thumb it yeah
I don't even wan talk ain′t bout the money
Tell me what you need to know bout it bout it bout it yeah
Always gotta keep you close season pass cummin yeah
My lil shawty love the pole yeah she love to thumb it yeah
I don't even wan talk it ain't bout the money yeah

If it ain′t about the money
Tell me what you need to know bout it bout it bout it yeah
Always gotta keep you close season pass cummin yeah
Rubber bands they never fold married to the money yeah

Always gotta keep two hoes keep em from my other pairs
Keep you jumping like jumanji
Back it up and park it
Geekin off the scotty
(You′ll be alright)