Pink Slip Lyrics - Lil Baby

[Verse 1: Young Thug] 

I got money on my mind, I do whatever for it 

Human trafficking, they go from border to border 

I'm on a vacation, dive in the clearest water, ayy 

I stuffed two hundred ounces in a Pamper 

Oh that's your señorita? She goin' too 

Read my glasses, that's a hundred racks and 

Read my glasses, that's a hundred racks and 

Sean Jean jeans, hundred racks inside these 

Money old, got it colored like Monopoly 

She can't control me, baby got no lock on me 

Driveway got the foreigns in it 

I whipped up a 'Rari, caught lil shawty off a backboard 

Peep out the window with that K like Michael Maxwells 

I bless lil' shawty with all kinda bags, and you ain't gotta ask for it 

I drop some racks for it, ayy 

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[Verse 2: Lil Baby] 

Sippin' on codeine, I got a problem 

I be with them gangsters and them robbers 

Have a nigga lookin' for who shot ya 

Probably in Jamaica with the Rastas 

I'm gon' get 'em in for the cheap 

And them bitches go for twenty-three 

I know that these niggas envy me 

And won't stop until I reach the T-O-P, I'm at the top 

I'm acting crazy again, I had your lady again 

Know she told you we was friends, but she ate the dick in the Benz 

She know I'm a real one, she smell it 

She do whatever I tell her 

She let me hit it whenever as long as I keep on necklace 

I ate that pussy for breakfast, yeah yeah 

Diamonds on my neck, I got 'em frozen 

Water on my wrist came from the ocean 

Every nigga with me get them loads in 

Only with the bros who put them fours in 

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[Verse 3: Lil Baby] 

This the type of shit I used to ask for 

Remember down bad, I had to ask for it 

Damn I'm out of lean, I poured my last four 

Now my car say two hundred on dashboard 

I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah yeah 

I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah yeah 

All my diamonds on me, yeah they shining 

When I made parole that's perfect timing 

Range Rover look pregnant with the body 

Presidential tint so I can't see nobody 

Your bitch on my hitlist 'cause she's a hottie 

I know once I get in it I'm gon' ride it 

I get that money forever, we get that money together, dig that 

Bitches be walkin' up on me, niggas be actin' like groupies, get back 

Gettin' to the money since like this high 

Now I'm lil big homie all on this side