BAE PLEASE Lyrics – Aitch

Read the complete B4E PLE4SE Lyrics by Aitch along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Aitch’s music, you can also explore ROOM 44 and STRAIGHT RHYMEZ 2, two other songs by Aitch.

Yeah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Uh, woah, woah, woah, woah
Haha
Yeah, yeah

Where are they at?
Brothers spending paper in the club, don’t make a penny back
I hit LAX to get away, bro goes to send a pack
All this fu*king cheese on me, you’re tripping, I could never lack
Tried to take a shot and caught him slipping, man, John Terry that (Woo)

She don’t know about the job centre, but shawty know where the Henny’s at
He won’t go on like a top spender but never run the plugs readies back
You know about it when the boss saying, “I want a convo,” you better get a stack
I ain’t talking two-step and jab when I say I’m walking with a (Whew, yeah)

When I say walking with a heavy bag
That’s twenty thousand times ten of that
Might dip a little and spend a rack
Hear your wifey say she want Shelly back
Got a new ass, now she’s selling that
If you love the girl, then just tell her that
Come on (Ah)

Bae, please, show me how you make P’s (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woo)
You take it there, I take it there, we on the same team (Yeah, let’s go)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah), let’s hit the mainstream, yeah
Yeah, do it for the camera, baby, say cheese (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woo, woo, woo)

Yeah, bae, please, show me how you make P’s (Skrrt, yeah)
You take it there, I take it there, we on the same team (Woah, woah, woah, woah, skrrt, we on the, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, let’s hit the mainstream (Woo, woo)
Yeah, do it for the camera, baby, say cheese (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

I’m the type to quit rap now, go fu*k around and still make a mil’ (Okay)
Give a bad b!tch the pipe, after I lay it down, tell her, “Take the pill”
I ain’t look at the price of nothing, take what I want and then pay the bill

Got hundred-fifty-grand water on me, swear all this ice gonna make me ill (Ooh, yeah)

Wristw*tch is a fountain
Stacks out, got my kicks off with your chick watching me count it
I make money from TikTok, it’s mad I used to sell ounces
In the Maybach, feel like Rick Ross, think you’re this hot, well, I doubt it (Let’s go)

Brand-new ‘Rari Roma, b!tch, I’m taking off the roof (Nyoom)
You ain’t touching half the bread I’m making off the booth, yeah
I just met your girl, I had her naked in the coupe (Brr)
All the pretty ladies fu*k with Aitch ’cause I’m the truth (Ooh)

When the moon’s out, you best get down, yeah
Half the gang got snow lines, what you think, baby? This M-Town (Haha)
Pu*sy got me exhausted, stop talking to me ’bout next round
No phones in the hotel room, if you don’t like it, then get out
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bae, please, show me how you make P’s (Woo)
You take it there, I take it there, we on the same team (Let’s go, let’s go)
Yeah, yeah, let’s hit the mainstream
Yeah, do it for the camera, baby, say cheese (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

Yeah, bae, please, show me how you make P’s, yeah
You take it there, I take it there, we on the same team (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, let’s hit the mainstream (Skrrt)
Yeah, do it for the camera, baby, say cheese (Woah, woah, woah, woah)