Текст песни Order - Baby Protag

Money on my watch? That mean time is money
Money on my phone? That mean I talk to the money
Money on my chain? That mean the money hang with me
Money on my hat? That mean money on my mind

Yeah, aim for his head we hitting his fitted
Buy what I want I don't care what I'm spending
She want to fuck yeah she liking my smell
Back to the crib boy you know imma rail
Yeah, call in a hit boy I put in a order
I treat that boy like a son or a daughter

Yeah, I need some diamonds as permanent teeth
So when I smile it's blinding cant see
I'm switching lanes in a big body
I like her face so I take off her tee
Aiming at him and I hit him with green
Under that yeah bitch its a beam
He is a ho and I bet he gone scream
Yeah, I get that bag you can tell that I get it
I get a check boy you know imma spend it
He got no cash boy his pockets on midget
Flexing on IG with shit that is rented
That boy a bitch yeah he tucking his tail
That boy a baby his diaper it smell
Give him a meal and I bet he gone tell
He worried bout the wrong thing I'm good
I don't give a fuck long as I'm feeding the hood
I don't give a fuck boy I'm feeding the fam
You get beat like the bengals yeah bitch I'm the rams
Foot on they necks yeah I bet I'm gone ball
Stand on my money I'm getting real tall
Spoil my bitch I don't care what it cost
She wanted some jewels yeah her wrist on defrost

Yeah, aim for his head we hitting his fitted
Buy what I want I don't care what I'm spending
She want to fuck yeah she liking my smell
Back to the crib boy you know imma rail
Yeah, call in a hit boy I put in a order
I treat that boy like a son or a daughter

They know it's real I got me a heater
If he talking down I call up my hitter
Going to cop me a whip I want a two seater
What you gone say when I'm riding round fast?
What you gone say when I'm getting that cash?
What you gone say when we don't give a fuck
'Bout no damn sorry cause we're on yo ass?
Nah, I ain't that type that's just gone boast
But imma stay popping my shit cause I know for sure my foot on throats
If I shoot my bro gone blow
If I swing my bro gone throw
That boy he so fucking down bad I cant imagine getting ho'd
My bit she gone dress in all black just for licks she not emo
For the racks I'm hitting hats them after that we're laying low
Tops to that but you a rat I got the cheese just so you know
I ain't with that net beef just send the addy just send the lo

Yeah, aim for his head we hitting his fitted
Buy what I want I don't care what I'm spending
She want to fuck yeah she liking my smell
Back to the crib boy you know imma rail
Yeah, call in a hit boy I put in a order
I treat that boy like a son or a daughter