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sada baby - good wealthy lyrics

[intro]
(chasethemoney, chasethemoney)
mr i still shoot ’em in the neck, birth defect
mr i still need me another percocet
mr i know them b+tches make you have perfect s+x

[chorus]
if she pop this perky, work it
she gon’ let me know that p+ssy purdy, worth it
she gon’ tell me if that p+ssy nerdy, early (hmm)
i got a good feelin’ that it’s clean
i just spent five hunnid on some lean (hmm)
five dollars, purple, red, never green
seven foot n+gga, [?], f+ck he mean?
throw my five up with the other five, i’m on ten (huh)

[verse]
let me show ’em i ain’t never had no ho in me
let that chopper ring for my team, they can’t go at me
young scuba steve, two b+tches look like [?]
your man singing to the [?] thinkin’ it’s poetry (huh)
he a snitch, he a b+tch, he ain’t sh+t, ayy
skuba lit, i’m on tip and i’m rich, ayy
put my stick in your cheek like this, ayy
put my thang in her thang like this, ayy
put that sauce on your b+tch, made her switch sides
she ain’t never had no ding+a+ling this size
i’d be real if i was lil’ or 6’5 (huh)
i’d never be a f+ck n+gga in that gas
i never change, put it on my gang
we gon’ bang if them n+ggas lame
we gon’ leave a stain (hmm)
peep a n+gga face through my cartier frames
if he play, i put my chain on that n+gga brain, ooh
don’t be thinkin’ you a bum ’cause you ain’t wearin’ buffs
wouldn’t give a f+ck if you were, still tear him up (huh)
shoot a n+gga, leave that boy with all his jewlery (huh)
we ain’t tryna rob them n+ggas, they just scary (huh)
talk brave to my dogs, you get buried
[?]
big 6, big [?], they’ll shoot you like [?]
we don’t care ’bout no ccw’s, them hammers we gon’ carry
we’ll blow a n+gga down like a [?] (huh)
pull up in a tank, b+tch, squad milatary
said that hoe act like a virgin, pop her cherry
eat a bad b+tch p+ssy and some good wealthy
she got tats like me, gucci look healthy
louboutin, oh my god, know lil’ baby smelt me
see a opp, make ’em die, you ain’t gotta help me
faygo pop, ain’t no wok, look like grape jelly (huh)
i got murder on my mind, no, i ain’t melly (huh)
i ain’t tryna buy the pounds if they ain’t smelly
i do life for the squad ’cause i hate tellin’
he got money but he soft, that’s what he ain’t yellin’
ain’t no n+ggas on my side if they ain’t felons (huh)
same n+ggas on my side ’cause they ain’t jealous
[?] f+ck around and get robbed for what he ain’t sell us
we ain’t ’bout to f+ck on no b+tch if they ain’t let us
got the drac’, it’s gon’ shoot
ain’t gon’ wait, it’s gon’ ooh
got no patience for you (huh)
hmm, put your face in the news
sh+ll cases at your place
where you stay, make you move (hmm)
if you see me fightin’ a ape in the zoo
help the ape ’cause that ain’t what it’s gon take to make me lose to him
hmm, no, it ain’t no way we can lose
hit the k with the blues, b+tch, you know i’m in my groove (ayy)
[chorus]
if she pop this perky, work it
she gon’ let me know that p+ssy purdy, worth it
she gon’ tell me if that p+ssy nerdy, early (hmm)
i got a good feelin’ that it’s clean
i just spent five hunnid on some lean (hmm)
five dollars, purple, red, never green
seven foot n+gga, [?], f+ck he mean?
throw my five up with the other five, i’m on ten (huh)

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