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baby money - all drakes lyrics

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[intro]
i keep tellin’ you the same f+ckin’ thing about things, man
you always tellin’ me, man
what the f+ck is the use of havin’ soldiers if you can’t use ’em?
that’s why i’m rico, that’s why i do what i do, n+gga
yeah

[verse 1]
we gon’ make it industry, or in the streets
i told bro fry the block if it’s any beef
we send them birds through the air, these n+ggas sendin’ tweets
come and light your crib up like it’s christmas eve
yeah, i moved out of the hood and i miss my fiend
hide your ho, i done f+cked every b+tch i seen
i ain’t seen a fast turtle or a b+tch i need
three hundred racks in two months, n+gga, this sh+t easy
was raised in the ghetto, boy, n+gga, this for peezy
them b+tches seventeen+five, somebody call jeezy
n+ggas ain’t have no faith in me, i made ’em believe it
bro, like how you playin’ quarterback, but you really receiver?

[chorus]
hit your block broad day, big opp, small k
toosie slide on them n+ggas, we hop out with all dracs
boy, don’t touch none of these men, on my mama, we all made
i got twenty+seven k!llers on my line, they all paid
hit your block broad day, big opp, small k
toosie slide on them n+ggas, we hop out with all dracs
boy, don’t touch none of these men, on my mama, we all made
i got twenty+seven k!llers on my line, they all paid
[verse 2]
all these drugs, i abuse ’em, b+tches, i excuse ’em
what’s the point of a n+gga havin’ soldiers and don’t use ’em?
k!ll a n+gga with his mama, f+ck a n+gga, yeah, i’m ruthless
she say she love me, but got a n+gga, she confusin’
still payin’ one+fifty for a pill, i’m ’bout to move in
if one n+gga went out of the count, the whole crew in
your b+tch bought her own flight back, but she got flew in
two b+tches sittin’ in my coupe, i feel like lou williams
they don’t wanna pay that hood fee, make ’em move then
and i’ma split the bag with my dog when the food in
heard her old n+gga lame, she textin’ me she need a new man
i hit him in his head, now his picture on the news, d+mn

[chorus]
hit your block broad day, big opp, small k
toosie slide on them n+ggas, we hop out with all dracs
boy, don’t touch none of these men, on my mama, we all made
i got twenty+seven k!llers on my line, they all paid
hit your block broad day, big opp, small k
toosie slide on them n+ggas, we hop out with all dracs
boy, don’t touch none of these men, on my mama, we all made
i got twenty+seven k!llers on my line, they all paid



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