Commercial

Commercial - Lil Baby/Lil Uzi Vert

Lyrics by：Dominique Jones/Deundreaus Portis/Symere Woods

Composed by：Dominique Jones/Deundreaus Portis/Symere Woods

Drake/Lil Juice：

Tay Keith this too hard

Tay Keith f**k these n***as up

Lil Baby：

I paid some extra before we even come out

And don't even wear it to show I ain't playin'

I hit the b***h and I gave her some racks

And I pull up my pants she know I ain't stayin'

Go run the store run and get rubber bands

I done got rich I done put on my mans

Choppers in traffic that's just how I'm livin'

They say that I'm trippin' they wouldn't understand

She take a trip she come back with a tan

I take a trip I come back with them bands

When I was dealin' it really was killin' 'em

Had 'em competin' tryna see what I'm payin'

She throw a hoodie on soon as we land

She don't like pics I got too many fans

I'm runnin' s**t I can do what I want

And it's really a limit you do what you can

I found the booth and I put that s**t up

'Fore I run out of cash they gonna run out of land

I fell in love with this b***h 'cause her head was amazing

I swear I don't even know her name

I'm 'bout to takeoff I gave 'em a chance

They gave me ten M&M's on advance

Thought I'd be trappin' forever but God came and blessed me

I guess it was part of the plan

How he on fire but he cool as a fan

Can't get at you we gon' get at your man

They can relate to me 'cause I be poppin' it

Put in they face let 'em see what I'm sayin'

I'm rockin' shows like I play with a band

Free all the bros know I would if I can

If I don't mean it I swear I ain't sayin' it

'Fore I was 21 swear I was savage smashin'

Hold up who got Backwoods I need roll up

Dior store can't keep up with me

I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me

I'm never comin' back them people under me

Not the fans yeah the haters

Lotta bands on the table

They say I went commercial I ain't know it

They want me catch a murder I ain't goin' back

Play myself and my position who doin' that

Lil Uzi Vert：

We got FN with extensions we throwin' that

Her a*s got my full attention she throwin' that

N***as talkin' way too much I ain't goin' back

And forth with n***as 'cause these n***as be holdin' racks

On the real yeah we know you don't own them racks

Four pockets full push 'em down they start pokin' back

I turned eight million right until I'm a quarterback

Spent a million like I'm tryna bring Kobe back

24 woo

I'm ready I'm ready I use the crockpot like it's Betty

They say the drop hot and it's ready

Might stretch it out but it ain't fetti

Yes

Say my dawg doin' time

But I know he ain't gonna snitch

'Cause it's still some s**t he didn't tell me

My dawg stabbed his celly

He told me the whole story over the celly

Brr hello

Went up on my price in my pocket like Kelly

F**ked her in the telly no I can't not say who no telly

My head gettin' heavy

And you know I still got Balmains on my a*s

Woo

No I can't do no Amiris

Said I'm takin' trips long flights they scary

She said her birthday in March okay cool so that means you an Aries

I told her "Gotta go" she said "You serious"

Diamonds cold as December my vibe Sagittarius

Lil Baby：

Hold up who got Backwoods I need roll up

Dior store can't keep up with me

I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me

I'm never comin' back them people under me

Not the fans yeah the haters

Lotta bands on the table

They say I went commercial I ain't know it

They want me catch a murder I ain't goin' back

Play myself and my position who doin' that

I can switch up and come back another way

If the vibe ain't right come back another day

Biggest dripper I start up a tidal wave

Remix w**d we put it in a microwave

Batch for twenty-three like I know Michael J

He can say what he want but he gotta pay

Used to hide all the guns where my mama stay

Sell my drugs 'round the corner

I pay all these bills I'm a grownup

My cars a lil' different I own 'em

I ain't with no leasin' my b***h tellin' me I need credit

It's loud and clear if I said it

I come from the gutter I spent me a hundred on Chevys

You can take me out the hood

But you can't take the hood out of me

Know the hood proud of me

I Givenchyed my tee went and upgrade my teeth

Yeah I dropped out of school but that paper on me

Hold up who got Backwoods I need roll up

Dior store can't keep up with me

I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me

I'm never comin' back them people under me

Not the fans yeah the haters

Lotta bands on the table

They say I went commercial I ain't know it

They want me catch a murder I ain't goin' back

Play myself and my position who doin' that