Baby E The Prince - Not At All lyrics

Damn ni**a Sqvad Gang in this b*tch, ni**a Wait on a whoa Wait on a whoa Wait 'til whoa Bank, bankroll Rock 'til it go Bang, bang bow Man, man roll Wait it flow Last it Finna get it to the bank and ask them Wait Hollywood, man we ask them Blast them Blah, blah Then we ashed them Cash money Yeah, yeah, yeah Fake sh*t Spaceship On another fu*king base sh*t Yeah, I'm crazy Yeah, I've been that since a baby Huh, lately Why you wanna be old day sh*t? Oh-oh, that's today's sh*t Well, that's tomorrow, come back in the hood Back in the knack Hotter than that I'm singing like Glady's Knight More money would be nice She wanna get vice She wanna get caught like a kite Running from mice Hidе in the night I don't want Telly You cannot sell it Part of thе allele I get you pregnant I nut on ya belly She said I'm the bae I'm loving her face I'm fu*king the two parts in Hotter than me Sweet like my drinks Sleeping my dreams Wake up my dreams Hotter than freaks Running on feet She always on fleek All on her wrist Balling like this Hard to resist All in the mad I'm popping the smash All in your gash Hi enemy Hi to the money Hotter than grease Hotter than fires Hiding behind You cannot tell my goons outside All in your eyes Man and they dip Handle to grip Shying but bashful I wanna battle Got in your grammar Got it united Stay with my masters Stay in disasters Hotter than fam' Say I'ma ghost b*tch, I'ma Casper Pockets be fatter You cannot grab them You cannot grovel all on the gravel You cannot battle You cannot loan me You cannot hold me You cannot owe me I don't want spill I don't want kill I just wanna block all these ni**as like Shaquille O'Neal Blat Blat Higher, this motherfu*kin' bothers they good I was in the back and the wishes on their hood You cannot tell that my sh*t wasn't good Hop on the wood, hop on the wood Taking his chick I'm lacking like this You cannot hide, my ni**as don't miss I'm calling her a b*tch, won't miss the kiss I've been hitting it like this, like this I hate, I'ma alone Hiding my phone Passing that sh*t like I'm Karl Malone Bank like a loan See you at home b*tches alone They calling my phone b*tches disease Coughing to me COVID-19 The money was leaned I'm loving her ding I'm shining like bling I'm the mafia king That's being g I'm on the prince, that's being me I'm on the rockstar at heart You don't even know I ripped it apart Show my money like Kevin Hart Money at start That was the start One of your Glocks Pop up the marks Take up the sparks Yeah, we got the green Never gon' stop Never gon' stop Bodies to drop Always on top Never gon' flop Call up the SWAT Run up the block Making it all They don't wanna fall Not even at all You cannot fall Nothin' at all ni**a can't fall Not at all We cannot fall Not at all Sqvad Gang, ni**a we cannot fall Not at all Nothin' at all Pop up them ni**as, we hit up the jaws Yeah, I don't know Yeah, I don't roll Yeah, yeah, not at all What? Not at all Sqvad Gang, boy, yeah-yeah-ah