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iz & rich money - intro lyrics

[intro: iz]
adlibs

[hook: iz]
i’ll take yo’ baby mama put her where big cribs are
she be textin’ my phone i’m sayin’ how she need to lemme go
she ran around wit’ other slippers where they semi’s at?
the lean i’m sippin’ leave me sleepin’ where the henny at
she be textin’ my phone i’m sayin’ how she need to lemme go
she ran around wit’ other slippers where they semi’s at?
the lean i’m sippin’ leave me sleepin’ where the pack at
i’ma take yo’ baby mama put her where big cribs at

[verse 1: iz]
have a talk wit’ yo’ baby girl and tell her need to lemme go
dis gas i’m smokin’ wrapped round woods, light sh-t from mexico
you need that pack, tell my dawgs and bet they’ll lemme know
you see this sack?
i’ma throw it in the wood and burn it slow
depression flexin’ like my eyes look like em diamonds, low
wrist on wrist on wrist look at this b-tch she do the dance for dough
p-ss on p-ss on p-ss, on yo’ grave look at this sh-t
i am the sh-t, yous a b-tch
i’ma take off wit’ yo’ sh-t
uh

[hook]
i’ll take yo’ baby mama put her where big cribs are
she be textin’ my phone i’m sayin’ how she need to lemme go
she ran around wit’ other slippers where they semi’s at?
the lean i’m sippin’ leave me sleepin’ where my henny at
she be textin’ my phone i’m sayin’ how she need to lemme go
she ran around wit’ other slippers where they semi’s at?
the lean i’m sippin’ leave me sleepin’ where my pack at
i’ma take yo’ baby mama put her where big cribs at

[bridge: iz]
there’s one thing i know
i’m addicted to the ‘caine and snow
i got a problem but still f-ck that hoe
i bring it back, all wrist is blinging no problem wit’ that
and if theres is, smith and wesson gon’ get me that

[verse 2: rich money]
i see yo’ baby mama she just think she boujee bruh
i told her nah babe you just look like you could use some help
i took her up under my wings and now we flyin’ dawg
she on my d-ck, she catchin’ feelings and she love it now
i told her listen, you could have the fame and everything
foreign leather soft and white like some cocaine
finna shake yo’ b-tch world like an earthquake
my crib where she stay
make her smile ’cause her t–th got 24k
24 karats for your b-tch
maybe throw a couple racks if she need a tip
ooooh yeaaaah aye
if that b-tch need it, know that i’ma get it

- iz rich money lyrics

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