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baby money - chrome heart lyrics

[intro]
(easy money)

[verse 1]
i was raised around soldiers, boy, i dare a n+gga try
f+ck a drive+by, get close up, swear a n+gga dyin’
when you hear that fah+fah, n+ggas goin’ bye+bye
spit a hundred out a drac’ and leave your face lopside
i was born inside the struggle, we ain’t have no cabbage
two bedrooms, one room with four mattress
i ain’t have no legroom in that old wagon
now i ride around the town in a 4matic
he tried to look me in my eyes, i made ’em roll backwards
leave your b+tch inside the crib, ’cause i’m ho stabbin’
in miami in a phantom, yeah, i’m ghost ridin’
the whole time i’m out the way, i got my bro slidin’
i turned a twenty+rack play into forty thousand
you hear that boom from the chop, n+gga, don’t worry ’bout it
he tried to beef where you died and got buried by you
let me see that sh+t you talk, ain’t tryna hear about it

[chorus]
sh+t, it’s somethin’ in my heart tellin’ me all these n+ggas fake
it’s somethin’ in my heart tellin’ me all these n+ggas snakes
it’s somethin’ in my heart, sh+t, i’m thinkin’ it’s the drank
it’s somethin’ in my heart, i gotta get up out the way
it’s somethin’ in my heart, i gotta get up out the streets
it’s somethin’ in my heart tellin’ me all the streets need me
it’s somethin’ in my heart, i can’t even feel my heart beatin’
ain’t no blood in my heart, sh+t, i feel my heart leakin’
[verse 2]
n+ggas’ stomachs sick wakin’ up knowin’ i’m the one
i know rhonda wake up happily knowin’ i’m her son
how you move a thousand ‘bows, you ain’t never heard a crumb?
say you moved a hundred birds, you ain’t never heard of one
plus it’s forty on my neck, sixty on my wrist, trappin’ got me this
baby, all that sh+t they talkin’, n+ggas actin’ like they rich
take your ho, f+cked the lil’ b+tch, check her off my list
it’s a blue+out for the gang, that’s a section full of crips
too much money in the streets to be stretchin’ for a b+tch
if your mans real, n+gga, ask this question, is he rich?
twenty bustdowns and foreigns when we steppin’ in the strip
too many percs in my system, think it’s f+ckin’ with my feelings

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