Baretta Lyrics

I been robbin the bank tryna get me that money

To buy a new house for myslef

If you got motion and got all these women tell me why you still talking to me for some help

It aint my problem if you don't got no hoes, you steady wearing fake shit better take off that rep

You say you cook but you aint make shit so tell me how you gon grow to be chef

Counting money and that paper

I'm playin ball onna court just like a fucking laker

Im onna court im finna break ya

No show and tell but i can showl tell im a player

If you give me money ima take it

How you tryna cheat the code but you dont even

know the basics

Then ima comeback and spray you with the fuckin huhh

Baretta baretta

Chasin that money im never gon let up

Wish i could fly but i dont got no feathers

Makin my way to the new Rockefeller

Im with the homies yea im with the fellas

We walkin them down and we sprayin whoever

That get in our way

Ay, okay

Huhh

Baretta baretta

Chasin that money im never gon let up

Wish i could fly but i dont got no feathers

Makin my way to the new Rockefeller

Im with the homies yea im with the fellas

We walkin them down and we sprayin whoever

That get in our way

Ayy, okay

I am seller

You catch me again ima let up

This isn't song

But I'm rapping like this is an acapella

Are you gonna tell her

Yeah I might never mind it's gonna hurt

I mean either way she gon catch me cuz I got red on my shirt

She said she not okay

Yea I-I told her come my way

She said she dont think ima stay

She- she dont even matter

I got another bitch like im aladdin, okay

I am seller

You catch me again ima let up

This isn't song

But I'm rapping like this is an acapella

Are you gonna tell her

Yeah I might never mind it's gonna hurt

I mean either way she gon catch me cuz I got a red stain on my shirt

Shirt

This isnt rehearsed

And I got me burst

I ain't talking no

beyblade

And I mightve got worst

on the game

I got some prop money like I got

fame

I gotta ticket they like can i claim

Baretta baretta

Chasin that money im never gon let up

Wish i could fly but i dont got no feathers

Makin my way to the new Rockefeller

Im with the homies yea im with the fellas

We walkin them down and we sprayin whoever

That get in our way

Ay, okay

Huhh,

Baretta baretta

Chasin that money im never gon let up

Wish i could fly but i dont got no feathers

Makin my way to the new Rockefeller

Im with the homies yea im with the fellas

We walkin them down and we sprayin whoever

That get in our way

Ay, okay