B.A.B.Y lyrics - Tory Lanez & Moneybagg Yo

[Tory Lanez:]

You know I met her in Miami, that's my baby

She know a young nigga ballin' just like McGrady

I'm tryna give her the keys to that Mercedes

I take her over the seas because I'm wavy

And we not really in love but we go crazy

Shawty I can't blame you, you can't blame me

Shawty I can't play you, you can't play me

'Cause you do your thing two, I do my thing three

Any way that you put it, look it's the same thing

Bitch I'm wavy, I done pulled up in a 'cedes

Pockets on young and rich, let a nigga hate me

I'ma young rich nigga, can't believe I made it

Man I came from Kraft dinner, eating KD

Sleeping on the floor mats in the basement

Life hit me hard and I had to face it

I could never tell you niggas what them days did

You was with a nigga through the time I wasted

Smoked up, drinked up, I was wasted

Fame on the way and I could nearly taste it

They left me for dead, I could never rate it

Hit the block with me, niggas with me, they did

I just came from the bottom and it's back to basics

Shawty held me down, now when I'm famous

I just wanna ball hard, I know where my lane is

I'm feeling sedated, you got me waiting

Shawty you know you're fine

And yeah you know you remind me of a bad little baby

Touching and tasting, when I get you alone

I send tingles up your spine and baby you know I

[Moneybagg Yo:]

'Fore I made it out the gutter I was dreaming

'Fore I made it out the gutter I was dreaming

You know she my baby (thought you knew that)

I ain't bullshittin' (nah)

Met her in Miami walking outta Fingalicking (Nyaming)

Half innocent, half Video vixen (Want two of her)

Low mileage, pussy she want commitment (whoa)

I don't know too much about love

Ay, I'm from Memphis, where your girlfriend and best friend are witness and co-defendant (big facts)

Shit crazy, the world that we live in (damn)

Snitches still livin' while real niggas get sentenced

'Fore I made it out the gutter I was dreaming

They love me for dead, I point out the hating (hating)

Fast forward things, blues bustin' out the jean (jean)

I bet on myself first, now I'm all in (bet on me)

Will you be my b-a-b-y? (bae)

All them hoes man and I see why (yeah)

I was switching planes, mid lanes of the G5 (touring)

Good in any hood from the south to the east side (bagg)