Baby Lyrics - The Weeknd

[Verse 1] 

I'm hella posted in the TRUMP now 

I think I've finally fell in love now 

Her name is Tammy, she got hella bitches 

She let me fuck 'em while my niggas film it 

My place so empty, need a centerpiece 

Twenty racks a table, cut from ebony 

She cut that ivory into skinny pieces 

Then she clean it with her face, man, I love my baby 

Man, I love my baby, man, I love my baby 

Trust me, trust me, I love my baby 

Man, I love my baby, man, I love my baby, trust me, trust me 

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[Bridge] 

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah 

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, yeah 

Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, yeah 

Ooh, oh, yeah 

Ooh 

[Verse 2] 

I turned the Ritz into a poor house 

It's like eviction number four now 

Go 'head an' ash it on the floor now 

Girl, go 'head an' show me how you go down 

Man, I feel my whole body peakin' 

An' I'm fuckin' anybody with they legs wide 

Got me higher than a nigga from the westside 

Eastcoast nigga reppin' northside, never waste a ho's time 

Photos 

Bitch, I'm on my own time, fuck a nigga cosign 

'Cause I get it better like proline, baby girl, I don't lie 

Used to have no money for a crib 

Now my room service still cost your whole life 

Nigga try to me step me, I go all-out military 

I'm camo'd all-out like I'm in the military 

Free my nigga Jack, wish he was out in February 

Perfect time to come out for the album drop 

But this shit a throwaway 

[Chorus] 

I got 'em sweatin' off a throwaway 

Man, this shit is such a throwaway 

(This ain't that album shit, man, this just a throwaway) 

[Verse 3] 

I don't seem to have you niggas 'round me 

All I do is cut niggas from 'round me 

An' they know the reason why they got cut 

You can lie to the best just to get a buzz 

'Cause these niggas know I do everything 

Puppet master over heads, I'm pullin' strings 

Nigga, I'm the reason everybody gettin' high 

Singin' slow, rockin' camo tees and white hoes 

But they can have it, I touch any lane 

Man, it don't matter, kill it anyway 

Arenas in the spring, I'm hella paid 

That means hella face, hella mouth, hella brain 

These bitches goin' hard, they losin' shame 

I got 'em trainin' like they losin' weight 

I'm in Miami, I fuck every day 

I never slow the pace, this shit's a throwaway 

[Chorus] 

I got 'em sweatin' off a throwaway (yeah, mhm) 

Man, this shit is such a throwaway, yeah, yeah 

(This ain't that album shit, man, this just a throwaway)