On The Rocks lyrics

Artist  : Baby 
Song : On The Rocks
 








  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  








 f/ Stone, 'Lac (D Boys), Jazze Pha



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[Chorus: Baby + Jazze Pha]

I keep my rims - On the rocks

I keep my jims' - On the rocks

I keep my drink - On the rocks

That's how I'm living - +My Life, My Life, My
Life+

I keep my briefs - On the rocks

I keep my platinum teef's - They on the rocks

I keep my bank - on the rocks

That's how I'm living - +My Life, My Life, My
Life+



[Baby] + (Jazze Pha)

You see that silver satin ma' , thats beautiful
daddy

I put them 22 rocks on that brand new Caddy

Y'kno AMG wit' chromed kit pipes

(Lord Lord Lord that's a beautiful site)

Aiy its a milli-milli nigga, milli-milli-milli
nigga

Million blocks, million in rocks nigga, million
cars

The Ro-Roc-Rock Boy, rock your ice and rock your
toy

It's the Birdman daddy, no time na' pause

If y'kno it's gon' rain let it rock ya fall

Don't non come from top, But birds and ball

I'm grateful for the man that gave it all

But I rock my world and I thank the man

'Cuz I came in this bitch wit' my dick in my
hand

Got that Caddy on broaders, block milla-walla

Nine-millimeter make the baddest nigga ball
up



[Chorus]



[Stone]

My grill ma' straightened 'em all

Gucci - Gabanna - fuck the cost

Fendi - Prada - I burn it all

They been down we gotta ball

You Back it up - I'm loving that

I'm smacking up ya shorty back

Gambs' is up, better stack, I bought the
truck

I covered that, Ghetto rich still lock them
thangs

Money still in mansions man

CMB, 10 a ki' , wodie ain't nothing changed

But I still got my ghetto stripes

Red - blue and yellow ice 

That's all I rock, fuck the cops

They want me in that jail fa' life



[Baby]

Aiy, I'm Stuntin' tanight 

Whoo! It's going down tanight

Hmm Hmm, I'm popping come Crist'

I'm looking fa some hoes ta put on my list

Fits Tailored in the 'Vette with that platinum
ass

That Gucci rag with the Bird in the bag

It's the Prada man, you prolly see me in brand
new Jag

Gucci tailored, ma' don't tell me that



[Chorus]



['Lac]

Nigga, I went from big 'Bok shoes in Rolls ta 23
inches

This Cadillac so y'kno I'm pimpin'

Fo' insuran' I don't play that, I'm filled wit'
begets

Riding through Eastover look that is where I stay
at

I drive a Bentley and park a Bentley

Buyin' rims by the feet 'cuz they short on
inches

Look I'm on the block nigga, off the top
nigga

Go and cop nickels - something on the rocks
nigga



[Baby] + ('Lac)

Look I spend my cash, Hood Rich (nigga don't
ask)

Croc-a-dile interior, the platinum glass

22 inch buttons on that G-Wag

Got the mink on the floor, swine seats lil'
daddy

I'm the boss of the ghetto in the '98 Caddy

It's big pimpin' baby, I'm Weezy Wee Daddy

Got the green pinky ring, the rock 30 carats

I keep it all hood, nigga check my status



[Chorus]