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coach joey - lie on me lyrics

[intro: baby money]
(coach me, joey)
(my n+gga lee, i think we got another one)
i ain’t runnin’ with no bag, ain’t no need ’cause we rich
told my n+ggas if i die, lie on me to they b+tch
(joey)

[verse 1: peezy]
told my n+ggas if i die, lie on me to they b+tch
book a flight, i’m finna fly to get them things for twenty+six
if i make it back home with this sh+t, then we rich
oops, we already rich, pardon me, i’m talkin’ sh+t
amiri jeans cost a band, yeah, they tight, but they fit
stack forty+seven fifties, you ain’t seen these in a minute
i’m in the club every night, them boys ain’t really in the city
you was with us every day, now we ain’t seen ’em ’cause he finished
i ain’t makin’ up no gimmicks, if i rap it, then i live it
i keep them racks on me but i ain’t never played no tennis
pour a four inside a simply, i ain’t never drunk no henny
i can look at you and tell that you ain’t never drove no bentley
’cause you finished, n+gga
[chorus: baby money]
i ain’t runnin’ with no bag, ain’t no need ’cause we rich
told my n+ggas if i die, lie on me to they b+tch
buy ’em all for twenty+five if i front you twenty+six
if it’s beef, then we gon’ slide, we don’t care who gettin’ hit
she told me i’m her number two, i don’t care ’cause i’m the sh+t
i do what i wanna do, give me her number, she get hit
i put carats on her wrist, now i got her ass lit
told my n+ggas if i die, lie on me to they b+tch

[verse 2: baby money]
b+tch, i jumped inside the water, i ain’t never tried to fish
look at the clock, it’s ’bout 5, so i jumped inside the six
fifty+ball in hand reach, i ain’t gotta reminisce
n+gga takin’ ninety ‘scripts, that ain’t even worth a trip
put an eight in one pop, that’s like two hundred a sip
we run it up, the bust watches, we don’t beef over no b+tch
one ‘fit be four thousand, wear it once and that’s it
fell in love with red now, but we used to act’ sip
if i die, then your b+tch caught you with a b+tch
lie to her, say, “on baby, i ain’t do that sh+t”
look in her eyes, say, “baby, she ain’t suck my d+ck”
give her some cheese to go crazy ’cause we up and rich

[chorus: baby money]
i ain’t runnin’ with no bag, ain’t no need ’cause we rich
told my n+ggas if i die, lie on me to they b+tch
buy ’em all for twenty+five if i front you twenty+six
if it’s beef, then we gon’ slide, we don’t care who gettin’ hit
she told me i’m her number two, i don’t care ’cause i’m the sh+t
i do what i wanna do, give me her number, she get hit
i put carats on her wrist, now i got her ass lit
told my n+ggas if i die, lie on me to they b+tch
[verse 3: coach joey]
told my n+ggas if i die, they can lie on me (you can lie on me)
you could put it on my soul, sh+t, that’s fine with me (i ain’t trippin’)
hit a l!ck for like twenty, sh+t, that’s five apiece
but you better not lie if you ain’t ride for me
i got an off+white fetish, but i’m draped in supreme
got a gucci bookbag, but my b+tch got celine
a million pucci swimsuit, expensive but it’s clean
got her feelin’ like a queen, last year we did mcqueen
and if my b+tch catch me cheatin’, i’ma put it on bro
on his soul, i swear to god i ain’t f+cked that ho
then i’ma pray and tell bro you know how this sh+t go
i know he up in heaven laughin’ ’cause he know what i’m on

- coach joey lyrics

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