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baby money – gucci lyrics

[intro]
(1800 for you)
(davydadon)

[chorus]
you want some coochie, buy a b+tch some gucci, she gon’ give it up
we all shooters, so before you play, we don’t give a f+ck
remember f+cked up and bad, you was there, ain’t give me nothin’
a half a million in all twenties, from now on, give me hundreds
’23, i’m drivin’ lambs, ’03, they drove hummers
already got too many friends, i’m tryna get some more money
bad b+tches, i f+ck runners, bag flippin’, i got onions
tryna touch another m before the summer

[verse 1]
whole fit came from europe, i ain’t never been to london
spot full of drums and sticks and i ain’t never been a drummer
f+ck the league, this lil’ n+gga ridin’ with me got a jumper
i give him cheese, but he’ll go and catch a body just for nothing
you gotta hustle, any b+tch you think want, you can f+ck her
from the jump, i’ll tell a b+tch, “i like you, i don’t love you”
i was f+cked up and broke, ask them n+ggas, i was bummy
then ask how i got up on my feet and started running
i ain’t lookin’ back
she got my heart and the receipt, this b+tch took it back
when you was tryna crack them hoes, we was cookin’ crack
an easy steal, lil’ n+gga, that’s a rookie pass
goin’ around askin’ how we eatin’ with your lookin’ ass
[chorus]
you want some coochie, buy a b+tch some gucci, she gon’ give it up
we all shooters, so before you play, we don’t give a f+ck
remember f+cked up and bad, you was there, ain’t give me nothin’
a half a million in all twenties, from now on, give me hundreds
’23, i’m drivin’ lambs, ’03, they drove hummers
already got too many friends, i’m tryna get some more money
bad b+tches, i f+ck runners, bag flippin’, i got onions
tryna touch another m before the summer

[verse 2]
all ‘za, i got a whole box for you for a hundred
b+tch told me shoot my shot, n+gga, you know i’m gon’ gun her
four thousand a pop, ’bout to pour your whole month up
out of all my mama kids, n+ggas tell me i’m the dumb one
.45 with a switch, get on feet, we gotta run it
hit his ass a block away, these n+ggas prey and i’m the hunter
knock y’all big dog down, i was raised in the jungle
three states in three days, i’m on my way back with nothin’
we get money, i like bad b+tches, she like street n+ggas
say she like n+ggas with guns, i got three with me
these hoes f+ckin’ everybody, i got three b+tches
soon as you jump off the bait, i’ma keep fishin’, easy money

- baby money lyrics

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