Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Commercial, artist - Lil Baby. Album song My Turn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
Commercial |
| Tay Keith, this too hard |
| Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up |
| I paid some extra before we even come out |
| And don’t even wear it to show I ain’t playin' |
| I hit the bitch and I gave her some racks |
| And I pull up my pants, she know I ain’t stayin' |
| Go run the store, run and get rubber bands |
| I done got rich, I done put on my mans |
| Choppas in traffic, that’s just how I’m livin' |
| They say that I’m trippin', they wouldn’t understand |
| She take a trip, she come back with a tan |
| I take a trip, I come back with them bands |
| When I was dealin', it really was killin' them |
| Had them come pinch, tryna see what I’m payin' |
| She throw a hoodie on soon as we land |
| She don’t like pics, I got too many fans |
| I’m runnin' shit, I can do what I want |
| And it’s really a limit, you do what you can |
| I found the booth and I put that shit up |
| 'Fore I run out of cash, they’re gonna run out of land |
| I fell in love with this bitch 'cause her head was amazing |
| I swear I don’t even know her name |
| I’m 'bout to takeoff, I gave 'em a chance |
| They gave me ten M&M's on advance |
| Thought I’d be trappin' forever, but God came and blessed me |
| I guess He was part of the plan |
| How he on fire, but he cool as a fan? |
| Can’t get at you, we gon' get at your man |
| They can relate to me 'cause I be poppin' |
| Put in they face, let them see what I’m sayin' |
| I’m rockin' shows like I play with a band |
| Free all the bros, know I would if I can |
| If I don’t mean it, I swear I ain’t sayin' it |
| 'Fore I was 21, swear I was savage, smash |
| Hold up, who got Backwood? |
| I need roll up |
| Dior store can’t keep up with me |
| I’m spendin' thousand like money is nothin' to me |
| I’m never comin' back, them people under me |
| Not the fans, yeah, the haters |
| Lotta bands on the table |
| They say I went commercial, I ain’t know it |
| They want me catch a murder, I ain’t goin' back |
| Play myself on my opposition, who doin' that? |
| We got FN with extensions, we throwin' that |
| Her ass got my full attention, she throwin' that |
| Niggas talkin' way too much, I ain’t goin' back |
| And forth with niggas, 'cause these niggas be holding racks |
| On the real, yeah, we know you don’t own them racks |
| Four pockets full, push 'em down, they start pokin' back |
| I turn 8 million right until I’m a quarterback |
| Spend a million like I’m tryna bring Kobe back, 24 (Woo) |
| I’m ready, I’m ready, I use the crockpot like it’s Betty |
| They say the drop hot, and it’s ready |
| Might stretch it out but it ain’t Fetti (Yes) |
| Say my dawg doin' time, but I know he ain’t gonna snitch |
| 'Cause it’s still some shit he didn’t tell me |
| My dogs at the celly, he told me the whole story over the celly (Brr, hello?) |
| Went up in my price in my pocket like Kelly |
| Fucked her in the telly', no I can’t not say who, no telly |
| My head gettin' heavy |
| Ayy, you know I still got Balmains on my ass |
| No, I can’t do no Amiris |
| Said I’m takin' trips, long flights they scary |
| She said her birthday in March, okay, cool |
| So, that means you an Aries |
| I told her «Gotta go,"she said «You serious?» |
| Diamonds cold, it’s December, my vibe Sagittarius |
| Hold up, who got Backwood? |
| I need roll up |
| Dior store can’t keep up with me |
| I’m spendin' thousand like money is nothin' to me |
| I’m never comin' back, them people under me |
| Not the fans, yeah, the haters |
| Lotta bands on the table |
| They say I went commercial, I ain’t know it |
| They want me catch a murder, I ain’t goin' back |
| Play myself on my opposition, who doin' that? |
| I can switch up and come back another way |
| Yeah, the vibe ain’t right, come back another day |
| Biggest dripper, I start up a tidal wave |
| Remix weed we put it in a microwave |
| Batch for twenty-three, like I know Michael J |
| He can say what he want, but he gotta pay |
| Used to hide all the guns where my momma estate |
| Sell my drugs 'round the corner |
| I pay all these bills, I’m a grown up |
| My cars all look different, I own 'em |
| I ain’t with no leasin', my bitch telling me I need credit |
| It’s loud and clear if I said it |
| I come from the gutter, I spend my a hundred on Chevys |
| You can take me out the hood |
| But you can’t take the hood out of me |
| Know the hood proud of me |
| I Givenchy my tee, went and upgrade my teeth |
| I dropped out of school, but that paper on me |
| Hold up, who got Backwood? |
| I need roll up |
| Dior store can’t keep up with me |
| I’m spendin' thousand like money is nothin' to me |
| I’m never comin' back, them people under me |
| Not the fans, yeah, the haters |
| Lotta bands on the table |
| They say I went commercial, I ain’t know it |
| They want me catch a murder, I ain’t goin' back |
| Play myself on my opposition, who doin' that? |