Still lyrics - Lil Wayne & Rich The Kid

 Uh, trust fund baby

Lump sums baby

Got a bunch of 'em baby

Not some money baby

Got much money baby

Brrp brrp, the money comin' baby

By the dump truck baby


Young Money baby

Tryna' fuck someone baby

Boutta run something baby

I'm over here havin' too much fun baby

That ho dreamin' havin' my trust fund baby

Gotta suck something baby

What's up, baby?

What that talk 'bout? Run that tongue for me, baby

Yeah, give me some head for some bread

Ooh, that's lunch money baby

Rich nigga screamin' out, "Fuck money, baby"

Like what money, baby?

Blood gang baby, that's blood money baby

Love got her own money, love money baby

Laughin' to the bank now, no words for the baby


Tell 'em hush lil baby, I don't trust nothing baby

Fuck that shit, I'll bust one, baby

Got a few guns baby, not one gun baby

Need two cups baby, not one cup baby

You done blew up baby, I done fucked already

But we could keep that between just us, baby

Shh I done said too much, huh, baby?

Frrr, I done made too much, huh, baby?


Still in the coupe goin' crazy

Not the Vette, that's a Lamb baby

Blockin' these bitches like spam baby

Swipin' my card, I got scams baby

I pull up with Tunechi like Weezy baby

She asked for my kid and I told her, "Maybe"

That my baby momma then she get a Mercedes

Bitch I'm rich forever, have a trust fund baby


Still in the coupe goin' crazy

Not the Vette, that's a Lamb baby

Blockin' these bitches like spam baby

Swipin' my card I got scams baby

I pull up with Rich, he a soldier baby

She asked for my kid and I told her, "Maybe"

That my baby momma then she get a Mercedes

Bitch I'm rich forever, have a trust fund baby


My kid get a trust fund

I got rich and bought more guns

I been shootin' like James Bond

Help me up I had no bond

I fucked a bitch now she rich

Plain Patek on her wrist

If I fuck her it's a risk

Goin' raw, tryna' miss

Pull it out and tell her kiss it


Still in the coupe goin' crazy

Not the Vette, that's a damn McLaren

I pull up with Weezy, your baby starin'

Bitch colder than the chain, than the ice I'm wearin'

How I turned to a martyr I don't do no carin'

I just caught a million dawg, need a veterinarian

I'm a real deal boss, ain't no damn comparin'

Half a million Plain Pateks, I don't even wear 'em

Fuck her from the back and smack it

Good pussy, I'm a addict

Bought a Benz and then she matte it

Lunch money, I'm her daddy

Throw it back, she got a fatty

Baby mama get a new Benz

Came with my chopper, I got no friends

It's a triple stack, I was rollin'

Pop a pill and break her back in


These niggas be actin'

Tell your bitch 'cause you really were lackin'

I ain't stressed out, I'm really relaxin'

Pinky armour, money be stackin'

Young nigga tryna catch a Kardashian

Drop off baby then I end up crashin'

Can't love a ho, I'ma end up passin'

In the coupe goin' crazy like still

Young nigga, Fresh Prince like Will, for real


Still in the coupe goin' crazy

Not the Vette, that's a Lamb baby

Blockin' these bitches like spam baby

Swipin' my card I got scams baby

I pull up with Tunechi like Weezy baby

She asked for my kid and I told her, "Maybe"

That my baby momma then she get a Mercedes

Bitch I'm rich forever, have a trust fund baby


Still in the coupe goin' crazy

Not the vette, that's a Lamb baby

Blockin' these bitches like spam baby

Swipin' my card I got scams baby

I pull up with Rich he a soldier baby

She asked for my kid and I told her, "Maybe"

That my baby momma then she get a Mercedes

Bitch I'm rich forever, have a trust fund baby


Goin' brazy

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