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pros ap - baby money lyrics

[intro: pros ap]
uh (youngest n+ggas winnin’)
uh
this that youngest n+ggas— this that island boys sh+t, this that, yeah (db ’bout to do it to ’em)

[chorus: pros ap]
she said she hate it on the island ’cause we dog hoes (yop)
f+ck a b+tch and her friend, we break hearts, ho (yes, sir)
just hammed a n+gga on the strip and sold him narcos (give me that sh+t)
don’t get caught with a cab, ’cause we park those
ayy, you got baby money (yeah, yeah), i get big money (big money)
i be f+ckin’ n+ggas’ hoes, better hide your b+tch from me (n+gga, i be f+ckin’ hoes)
oh, he got a 41? better hide your wrist from me (n+gga, bring that b+tch here)
if his neck lookin’ icy, better hide your kit from me

[verse 1: pros ap]
ayy, you got baby money, i get big money, no 3g
when we slide, i’m shootin’ in your face, this ain’t 3d
we done caught two back to back, let’s get a threepeat (we need a threepeat)
spot an opp, that’s a man down, feel like big key (yes, sir)
n+gga, you ain’t seen twenty, n+ggas childish (no, you didn’t)
on my mama, i could get a n+gga dropped for twenty dollars (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
boy, this facts, if a striker ain’t around, then we’ll hike it (we’ll walk)
i’ll play your dog like mike vick, but this some sh+t you ain’t fightin’
on the road with a presser and a reader+writer (i ain’t lyin’)
i hate n+ggas who claim bodies when they just a driver (why you lyin’?)
yeah, i popped some n+ggas up, them n+ggas just survived it (them n+ggas livin’)
i hawk sh+t down on feet, right hand to the bible, boy (i’ma walk you down)
i got glizzy on me, try me, i’ma empty on you (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
ask your mans, i been up on him, next time, i’ma get up closer (he outta here)
last time, could’ve did him bolder, lucky i wasn’t fully loaded
leave him stankin’ like an odor, face shots, they done john doe’d him
i’m that n+gga, ask your b+tch ’bout me
oh, you can’t ’cause my d+ck down her throat probably
got her screamin’ off the tip, think this ho tiny
just ate a n+gga out his presi’, you ain’t joe biden (come here)
[chorus: pros ap]
she said she hate it on the island ’cause we dog hoes (we dog hoes)
f+ck a b+tch and her friend, we break hearts, ho (i break hearts, ho)
just hammed a n+gga on the strip and sold him narcos (n+gga, come here)
don’t get caught with a cab, ’cause we park those (we, we park them b+tches)
ayy, you got baby money (huh), i get big money (yes, sir)
i be f+ckin’ n+ggas’ hoes, better hide your b+tch from me (n+gga, i be f+ckin’ n+ggas’ hoes)
oh, he got a 41? better hide your wrist from me (bring that b+tch here)
if his neck lookin’ icy, better hide your kit from me (i be takin’ n+ggas’ kits)

[verse 2: realrichizzo]
i’m with pros, we just took a n+gga pros and his audemars (his ap)
i was walkin’ n+ggas down before i bought a car (n+gga)
o on the chop and i ain’t talkin’ reilly’s auto parts (o’reilly’s)
s+class, when i hop out, this b+tch gon’ autopark
i hate fish, don’t come around me if you not a shark (4s)
thought he was gang, i took his k, but we not in mart (kmart)
off an addy, tryna find this n+gga addy, i done popped a bar
caught his lil’ rat ass on telly, had to stop the car

[verse 3: tezmoney30]
young n+gga winnin’, b+tch, i got pros and ap on (this an audemars)
don’t walk up on me in the mall, b+tch, i got two phones (f+ck you on?)
if i f+ck, you gotta let the members too, we not 24 (gang sh+t)
he ain’t dead, but i sat his ass down, i just left joy road
not pluto, but we gon’ be ridin’ strikers in the future, n+gga (get it?)
he ain’t a shark, we took his chop, then put it to him
i’m with v on the island, don’t pull up in a cab, b+tch, we gon’ throw at you (doo+doo+doo)
we send n+ggas to the air, we is not nasa (lil’ rat+ass n+gga)
[outro: tezmoney30]
cashgang sh+t, what up, pros?
ynw sh+t, gb
you know what the f+ck goin’ on
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- pros ap lyrics

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