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Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby - B Legit [Official Visualizer]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
Skilla Baby
Skilla Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin McCurtis
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter
Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.
Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.
Songwriter
Trevon Gardner
Trevon Gardner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Helluva
Helluva
Producer

Lyrics

Wanna fuck with me, you gotta be legit, I'm sick with it Brodie off a E with a forty, bitch, we sick with it (Helluva made this beat, baby) This a box of 'bows, not a five-dollar bag I'm a million-dollar nigga, what's a hundred-thousand-dollar stash? This ain't no lil' boy money, boy, this big business Wanna fuck with me, you gotta be legit, I'm sick with it This that put your mask on when you scale this Gotta have clientele if you wanna sell this This that stack the paper up taller than a mountain This that hire my accountant just to help me count it This that diamond link bracelet on, bust Patek money This that buy a new house just so I can stash the money This the back then they didn't want me, I ain't have no money This the gun I blew him down with, bro gon' hide it for me This the type of shit get a young nigga rich I'm a young nigga, but I don't do young nigga shit Plain Presi, bust Patek, AP for my bitch When we walk in a room, they know me and Tee rich Used to wanna be rich, now I'm rich than a bitch So much ice on my neck, look like four niggas' kits I ain't got nothin', nothin' for a poor nigga bitch I get money, if it don't make no dollars, it don't make no sense This a box of 'bows, not a five-dollar bag I'm a million-dollar nigga, what's a hundred-thousand-dollar stash? This ain't no lil' boy money, boy, this big business Just wanna fuck with me, you gotta be legit, I'm sick with it This that put your mask on when you scale this Gotta have clientele if you wanna sell this This that stack the paper up taller than a mountain This that hire my accountant just to help me count it (Oh yeah) You look stupid in the club, muggin' as my money fall on you Fuck if you been hoopin' all your life, I still'll ball on you Niggas icy, walkin' into Zeidman's, 'bout to pawn somethin' Everything in this Bentley mine except for dog woman Turntest in the city, boy, that's me and SB And my shooter turnt, he done cooked more shit than Chef Cleaz Tell the army send these niggas vests for they head please Clickin' on my page the only time these niggas press me, ayy Mansion in the hills, million-dollar deals Nigga lit off sayin' my name, I should send his team a bill Been them niggas since I was King Tee and bro was Skillz And we show off for these hoes, ayy, give me change for some M's This a box of 'bows, not a five-dollar bag I'm a million-dollar nigga, what's a hundred-thousand-dollar stash? This ain't no lil' boy money, boy, this big business Just wanna fuck with me, you gotta be legit, I'm sick with it This that put your mask on when you scale this Gotta have clientele if you wanna sell this This that stack the paper up taller than a mountain This that hire my accountant just to help me count it (Just to help me count it)
Writer(s): Denzil Delano Foster, Jay A. King, Thomas Derrick Mcelroy, Terry Sanchez Wallace, Martin Rafeal Mc Curtis, Trevon Gardner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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