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baby money - n da streetz lyrics

[intro]
ayy, don’t put that in my vlog
y’all got me f+cked up
(h+lluva made this beat, baby)

[chorus]
yeah, i was just sittin’ in the hole like, “how it’s lookin’ in the streets?”
all the opps turn vegan when you cookin’ up the beef
heard she got her body done, still lookin’ like a freak
yeah, her ass might be new, but that p+ssy still weak
yeah, the cookie still cheap, exotic sellin’ high
i done made my own wave, tell ’em i’m just sailin’ by
you wanna make your own lane, go and buy a scale and cop
i’m a chemist in the kitchen, seen thе powder turn to rock
[verse 1]
i rock prada to my socks, put extensions on my glock
camе through lam’ truck, put attention on the block
they love what you do for ’em ’til you put inside that box
once you gone, then it’s bye, they forget about a lot
ain’t nothin’ changed yet
ask ’em do they feel my pain yet?
thought i was rookie, then they seen a n+gga came vet
we from two different states, bang the same set
hustle in the same town, ain’t got the same cash
you lose your value bustdown, ain’t nothin’ plain crash
you did some snake sh+t to me, i can’t change that
i’d rather stay away from you with your lame ass
i should’ve seen that sh+t comin’, i just blamed nash

[verse 2]
i made thousands in my crocs, swing my chopper like i’m ox
put a ladder in the trenches and start climbin’ to the top
i seen you on the other side, let me find out you an opp
we gon’ raise the murder rate when we find out n+ggas’ block
ain’t got a chain yet, n+gga, you ain’t caught a stain yet
you would thought we left somethin’ how we came back
spit the pistol out the window, this a rain check
keep on drippin’, i was fly before the plane left
four links, three cubans on the same neck
i’m black hearted, i hit three b+tches with the same text
b+tch, i’m young and i’m rich in the same breath
this .308’ll make the whip look like a train wreck
[chorus]
yeah, i was just sittin’ in the hole like, “how it’s lookin’ in the streets?”
all the opps turn vegan when you cookin’ up the beef
heard she got her body done, still lookin’ like a freak
yeah, her ass might be new, but that p+ssy still weak
yeah, the cookie still cheap, exotic sellin’ high
i done made my own wave, tell ’em i’m just sailin’ by
you wanna make your own lane, go and buy a scale and cop
i’m a chemist in the kitchen, seen the powder turn to rock

- baby money lyrics

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