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Starter Kit Video (MV)




Performed By: Baby Money
Featuring: Veeze
Language: English
Length: 2:16
Written by: Allassne Tope, Carlos Fischer, Tevin Blands




Baby Money - Starter Kit Lyrics
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[ Featuring Veeze ]

(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)

Yeah, I get a pleasure out them P's, she look pretty in Ricky
Trap in the country, we them niggas in the city with chickens
You think that lil' money somethin'? It get big when you risk it
You in the field? Well, let's see how niggas feel when I blitz 'em
Starter kit when I touch down, a seal and a pistol
Fill your body up with lead like you got killed with a pencil
I got gwallas in the feds I ain't gon' see 'til they sixty
Go ghost and pop up just to see if they miss me

Yeah, right now, I'm on the run, nigga, killin' Balenci'
Girl tryin' on my Rick joggers, squeezin' up in 'em
I'm a young dirty dealer, I might cop a chinchilla
I don't want your ho, nigga, we put pills up in her
This a mob boss vibe, steak, shrimp for dinner
Yeah, my head coach vibe, one call, they blitzin'
Nigga swear we got problems, I don't even know the nigga
Tell the guys put a pint in the coffin with me
On that weird fan shit, be done fanned the nigga
Fangirl askin' me what type of pants these is
Hot as hell, scoop a hundred out the baggage claim
Drop a nigga right on camera like a highlight tape

Yeah, I get a pleasure out them P's, she look pretty in Ricky
Trap in the country, we them niggas in the city with chickens
You think that lil' money somethin'? It get big when you risk it
You in the field? Well, let's see how niggas feel when I blitz 'em
Starter kit when I touch down, a seal and a pistol
Fill your body up with lead like you got killed with a pencil
I got gwallas in the feds I ain't gon' see 'til they sixty
Go ghost and pop up just to see if they miss me

I just pulled up to the trap, but I'm wearin' Givenchy
Tag hangin' from my hoodie, you can tell that it's Ricky
Five sales outside, who keep hidin' the skizzy?
So many different type of bitches, think I'm startin' to get picky
One dead, two dead, go get all of them niggas
Enough money in the bank to beat the charges against me
Livin' in the crack spot, don't eat off of them dishes
My idols rich off the streets, when they talk, I'ma listen
My Glock a nina, it's a freak, when it walk, it be switchin'
All these bitches love my flavor, I should talk to Delicious
My grandma told me watch my words, speak it all to existence
She'll probably beat my ass, she see dog in this kitchen, easy money

Yeah, I get a pleasure out them P's, she look pretty in Ricky
Trap in the country, we them niggas in the city with chickens
You think that lil' money somethin'? It get big when you risk it
You in the field? Well, let's see how niggas feel when I blitz 'em
Starter kit when I touch down, a seal and a pistol
Fill your body up with lead like you got killed with a pencil
I got gwallas in the feds I ain't gon' see 'til they sixty
Go ghost and pop up just to see if they miss me
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(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)

Yeah, I get a pleasure out them P's, she look pretty in Ricky
Trap in the country, we them niggas in the city with chickens
You think that lil' money somethin'? It get big when you risk it
You in the field? Well, let's see how niggas feel when I blitz 'em
Starter kit when I touch down, a seal and a pistol
Fill your body up with lead like you got killed with a pencil
I got gwallas in the feds I ain't gon' see 'til they sixty
Go ghost and pop up just to see if they miss me

Yeah, right now, I'm on the run, nigga, killin' Balenci'
Girl tryin' on my Rick joggers, squeezin' up in 'em
I'm a young dirty dealer, I might cop a chinchilla
I don't want your ho, nigga, we put pills up in her
This a mob boss vibe, steak, shrimp for dinner
Yeah, my head coach vibe, one call, they blitzin'
Nigga swear we got problems, I don't even know the nigga
Tell the guys put a pint in the coffin with me
On that weird fan shit, be done fanned the nigga
Fangirl askin' me what type of pants these is
Hot as hell, scoop a hundred out the baggage claim
Drop a nigga right on camera like a highlight tape

Yeah, I get a pleasure out them P's, she look pretty in Ricky
Trap in the country, we them niggas in the city with chickens
You think that lil' money somethin'? It get big when you risk it
You in the field? Well, let's see how niggas feel when I blitz 'em
Starter kit when I touch down, a seal and a pistol
Fill your body up with lead like you got killed with a pencil
I got gwallas in the feds I ain't gon' see 'til they sixty
Go ghost and pop up just to see if they miss me

I just pulled up to the trap, but I'm wearin' Givenchy
Tag hangin' from my hoodie, you can tell that it's Ricky
Five sales outside, who keep hidin' the skizzy?
So many different type of bitches, think I'm startin' to get picky
One dead, two dead, go get all of them niggas
Enough money in the bank to beat the charges against me
Livin' in the crack spot, don't eat off of them dishes
My idols rich off the streets, when they talk, I'ma listen
My Glock a nina, it's a freak, when it walk, it be switchin'
All these bitches love my flavor, I should talk to Delicious
My grandma told me watch my words, speak it all to existence
She'll probably beat my ass, she see dog in this kitchen, easy money

Yeah, I get a pleasure out them P's, she look pretty in Ricky
Trap in the country, we them niggas in the city with chickens
You think that lil' money somethin'? It get big when you risk it
You in the field? Well, let's see how niggas feel when I blitz 'em
Starter kit when I touch down, a seal and a pistol
Fill your body up with lead like you got killed with a pencil
I got gwallas in the feds I ain't gon' see 'til they sixty
Go ghost and pop up just to see if they miss me
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Writer: Allassne Tope, Carlos Fischer, Tevin Blands
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