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Baby Money
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(Look out, Veno) (Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients) I feel like crime, feel like Brodie off a thirty, okay Forty deuce in Wockhardt, I'm James Worthy Okay Last nigga played with me, he got murdered Okay they sent a lot 'cause they Get paid in a hurry, okay Trackhawk do a hundred, eight seconds, no way Ain't got no pussy in four days We been gettin' more pape' I don't f*ck with yellow gold My kit look like rosé He upped his pole, he ain't Blow, now he gone, okay Two weeks, four states I been thumbin' through a bag Just to see my nigga smile Would get a hundred niggas whacked Kill your shooter and your boss, nigga Ain't no gettin' back Niggas see the train leavin' Now they tryna get on track Guess I was 'posed to leave 'em, couple niggas loyal But the most was greedy I pulled three hundred out the bank To make sure I'm legal The work came from out the way This bitch from Costa Rica The top down in the snow to Make sure they see me When y'all was pourin' all that green We was pourin' Keisha They asked me how I live so Long 'cause I know the reaper My nigga play around with keys Like he know Alicia I dropped out and made a million Now I ho the teachers I feel like crime, feel like Brodie off a thirty, okay Forty deuce in Wockhardt, I'm James Worthy Okay Last nigga played with me, he got murdered Okay they sent a lot 'cause they Get paid in a hurry, okay Trackhawk do a hundred, eight seconds, no way Ain't got no pussy in four days We been gettin' more pape' I don't f*ck with yellow gold My kit look like rosé He upped his pole, he ain't Blow, now he gone, okay Nigga, I'm just tryna run it up A kit on every one of us I had my first fifty at sixteen I was young as f*ck niggas dumb as f*ck Workin' like I'm comin' up Even on a light day My jewelry be a hundred plus I'm jumpin' on and off that Road like it's double dutch I got a play to get us rich Tell them huddle up I fell in love with my stick We like to cuddle you was in love with that Bitch 'til I fucked her i'm a walking bank It's missiles flying out the whip Like we drive a tank Forensics all over the stick But they can't find a print Put fifty in that fishbowl You should've rode with tint Nigga, that's common sense, easy money I feel like crime, feel like Brodie off a thirty, okay Forty deuce in Wockhardt, I'm James Worthy Okay Last nigga played with me, he got murdered Okay they sent a lot 'cause they Get paid in a hurry, okay Trackhawk do a hundred, eight seconds, no way Ain't got no pussy in four days We been gettin' more pape' I don't f*ck with yellow gold My kit look like rosé He upped his pole, he ain't Blow, now he gone, okay
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