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baby money & veeze - starter kit lyrics

[intro: baby money]
(you aren’t even a cool breeze for my man taz)

[chorus: baby money]
yeah, i get a pleasure out them p’s, she look pretty in ricky
trap in the country, we them n+ggas in the city with chickens
you think that lil’ money somethin’? it get big when you risk it
you in the field? well, let’s see how n+ggas feel when i blitz ’em
starter kit when i touch down, a seal and a pistol
fill your body up with lead like you got k!lled with a pencil
i got gwallas in the feds i ain’t gon’ see ’til they sixty
go ghost and pop up just to see if they miss me

[verse 1: veeze]
yeah, right now, i’m on the run, n+gga, k!llin’ balenci’
girl tryin’ on my rick joggers, squeezin’ up in ’em
i’m a young dirty dealer, i might cop a chinchilla
i don’t want your ho, n+gga, we put pills up in her
this a mob boss vibe, steak, shrimp for dinner
yeah, my head coach vibe, one call, they blitzin’
n+gga swear we got problems, i don’t even know the n+gga
tell the guys put a pint in the coffin with me
on that weird fan sh+t, be done fanned the n+gga
fangirl askin’ me what type of pants these is
hot as h+ll, scoop a hundred out the baggage claim
drop a n+gga right on camera like a highlight tape
[chorus: baby money]
yeah, i get a pleasure out them p’s, she look pretty in ricky
trap in the country, we them n+ggas in the city with chickens
you think that lil’ money somethin’? it get big when you risk it
you in the field? well, let’s see how n+ggas feel when i blitz ’em
starter kit when i touch down, a seal and a pistol
fill your body up with lead like you got k!lled with a pencil
i got gwallas in the feds i ain’t gon’ see ’til they sixty
go ghost and pop up just to see if they miss me

[verse 2: baby money]
i just pulled up to the trap, but i’m wearin’ givenchy
tag hangin’ from my hoodie, you can tell that it’s ricky
five sales outside, who keep hidin’ the skizzy?
so many different type of b+tches, think i’m startin’ to get picky
one dead, two dead, go get all of them n+ggas
enough money in the bank to beat the charges against me
livin’ in the crack spot, don’t eat off of them dishes
my idols rich off the streets, when they talk, i’ma listen
my glock a nina, it’s a freak, when it walk, it be switchin’
all these b+tches love my flavor, i should talk to delicious
my grandma told me watch my words, speak it all to existence
she’ll probably beat my ass, she see dog in this kitchen, easy money

- baby money veeze lyrics

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