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baby money - motivational purposes lyrics

[intro:]
mmm mmm mmm
mmm mmm, go
the biggest three
sosa

[verse 1: baby money]
push ups
stick in the dark while
i’ve been trapping like a caveman
dip from the narcs
but i’m still tryna duck the rays bans
don’t shake hands my plays then
but once that plane land
open up the box
smell the bag
watch me break dance
don’t call it stunting nigga call it motivation
sometimes i put it in they face
cuz i know they hating
i had to pay an extra pint
cuz it’s overweight
when out there and cop myself
i’m driving on the golden gate
cop a hundred pack and
leave you nigga hold the shake (i’m gone)
you think you balling on me
nigga no you ain’t
meet me at walnut creek bro i know the state
play with me
i get on the feet boy the soldier way
why these niggas made at me
i pulled up caddy v
she jumped in the back seat
i fucc her put her ass to sleep
i’m bout it bout it master p
it’s something broadie had to see
i do hundred bags a week
we used to split a bag piece
if they with you they your brothers
ain’t no friends (that’s a fact)
i’m off 3 perc tens it ain’t 10
i keep it in the streets they like to keep it on the gram
they hide from the beef i put my people on his man
one start living like a man
your pride aside
should’ve been riding with that fin
it’s a homicide
who gone tie them boots up
when it’s time to ride
niggas start getting dropped today i see my mama cry
[chorus:]
i don’t trust niggas
no i don’t trust em (not at all)
i don’t trust these bitches (not at all)
no i don’t trust em

i don’t trust niggas
no i don’t trust em
i don’t trust these bitches
no i don’t trust em

[verse 2]
i gotta draco on my book bag
glocky by stomach
why you paranoid that everythjng
bitch i’m getting money
seen a nigga was kingpins turn into some junkie
seen the smart niggas in the class turn into a dummie
get what you need
it ain’t nothing
got the cheese i ain’t fronting
take a bitch from the us
overseas to london
she gone fly the work back
and i’m oversea the [?]
hear the engine around the corner
bro i know you see me coming
i’ma big dog
i can’t let no nigga sit behind me
got these scars as a kid
my hood wicked and it’s grimy
i’m on the block on all ten
with a pistol come and find me
i bet i be the last nigga standing
and i tell you nigga
[chorus]
i don’t trust niggas
bro i don’t trust em
i don’t trust these bitches
no i don’t trust em

i don’t trust niggas
no i don’t trust em
i don’t trust these bitches
no i don’t trust em

i don’t trust these bitches
no i don’t trust em

- baby money lyrics

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