Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby - B Legit Lyrics

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby]Wanna fuck with me, you gotta be legit, I'm sick with itBrodie off a E with a forty, bitch, we sick with it(Helluva made this beat, baby)[Chorus: Skilla Baby]This a box of ’bows, not a five-dollar bagI'm a million-dollar nigga, what's a hundred-thousand-dollar stash?This ain’t no lil' boy money, boy, this big businessWanna fuck with me, you gotta be legit, I'm sick with itThis that put your mask on when you scale thisGotta have clientele if you wanna sell thisThis that stack the paper up taller than a mountainThis that hire my accountant just to help me count it[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]This that diamond link bracelet on, bust Patek moneyThis that buy a new house just so I can stash the moneyThis the back then they didn't want me, I ain't have no moneyThis thе gun I blew him down with, bro gon' hide it for meThis thе type of shit get a young nigga richI'm a young nigga, but I don't do young nigga shitPlain Presi, bust Patek, AP for my bitchWhen we walk in a room, they know me and Tee richUsed to wanna be rich, now I’m rich than a bitchSo much ice on my neck, look like four niggas’ kitsI ain't got nothin’, nothin' for a poor nigga bitchI get money, if it don't make no dollars, it don't make no sense[Chorus: Skilla Baby & Tee Grizzley]This a box of ’bows, not a five-dollar bagI'm a million-dollar nigga, what's a hundred-thousand-dollar stash?This ain't no lil' boy money, boy, this big businessJust wanna fuck with me, you gotta be legit, I'm sick with itThis that put your mask on when you scale thisGotta have clientele if you wanna sell thisThis that stack the paper up taller than a mountainThis that hire my accountant just to help me count it (Oh yeah)[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]You look stupid in the club, muggin' as my money fall on youFuck if you been hoopin' all your life, I still'll ball on youNiggas icy, walkin' into Zeidman's, 'bout to pawn somethin'Everything in this Bentley mine except for dog womanTurntest in the city, boy, that's me and SBAnd my shooter turnt, he done cooked more shit than Chef CleazTell the army send these niggas vests for they head pleaseClickin' on my page the only time these niggas press me, ayyMansion in the hills, million-dollar dealsNigga lit off sayin' my name, I should send his team a billBeen them niggas since I was King Tee and bro was SkillzAnd we show off for these hoes, ayy, give me change for some M's[Chorus: Skilla Baby]This a box of 'bows, not a five-dollar bagI'm a million-dollar nigga, what's a hundred-thousand-dollar stash?This ain't no lil' boy money, boy, this big businessJust wanna fuck with me, you gotta be legit, I'm sick with itThis that put your mask on when you scale thisGotta have clientele if you wanna sell thisThis that stack the paper up taller than a mountainThis that hire my accountant just to help me count it (Just to help me count it)