baby money - who not turnt lyrics
who not turnt lyrics
[intro: 42 dugg]
(smoke on the beat)
pulled up in that new thing, beatin’ on forgis, yeah
paid a hundred cash, don’t need no mortgage
foreign b+tches with me, everything imported
and a couple wild n+ggas
young n+gga important
[chorus: 42 dugg]
b+tch, who not turnt? i ain’t got what?
still’ll get served, eighty g’s for a dove
quarter million on the truck, b+tch came right
had a threesome, yeah, the freak one, b+tch, the same night
[verse 1: 42 dugg]
doggybone good, brought that sh+t back to the hood
fifty for a feature, for my n+gga, probably free
mansion in the a, penthouse in the d
ten houses on the east, probably own that
ask dot about me, i brought my own straps
no doubt, if i need it, i can get it
i done probably f+cked all the b+tches in the city
neck five hundred, wrist about four+fifty
[verse 2: tay b]
belly three hundred, can’t forget the 560
brand new rolls truck, i don’t even drive, really
flexin’ with a hundred k, man, that sh+t sound silly
f+ck ’em at the same time, man, that sh+t sound litty, yeah
we some young and turnt n+ggas, really play with work n+ggas
i can up two mil’ on the ‘gram to hurt n+ggas
like a crazy+ass b+tch with the opps, i lurk n+ggas
like a freak+ass b+tch with the opps, i burnt n+ggas
you would think i never ever use condoms, ’cause i played it raw
f+ck a b+tch and her best friend, then i play it off
i keep the stick in my hand like i’m playin’ golf
worker+ass n+gga, why you out here tryna play the boss?
[verse 3: baby money]
it’s my decision, k!ll ’em all if you askin’ me
my shoes a thousand, every step i take a half a g
my b+tch a g, i bought a wagen, this is not a jeep
picasso on my left wrist, it’s a masterpiece
ain’t think i’m lackin’, boy, they know i got my guys with me
i ain’t even gotta ask ’em, they gon’ slide with me
it’s five o’clock, but i’m ridin’ in a 550
wanted revenge for your brother, then you die with it
b+tch, who not turnt?
was ballin’ ‘fore they came, they know who got first
he was dissin’ on the gang, then his crew got murked
i was shootin’ out the range, that’s how his boo got hurt
set his house up in flames, but he moved out first
[chorus: 42 dugg]
b+tch, who not turnt? i ain’t got what?
still’ll get served, eighty g’s for a dove
quarter million on the truck, b+tch came right
had a threesome, yeah, the freak one, b+tch, the same night
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