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lirik lagu baby money - get dangerous

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[intro]
(h~lluva made this beat, baby)

[verse 1]
if it’s beef, n~gga, shoot somethin’
fresh out the crib, i feel like baccarat and new hundreds
brick in my hand, i think it’s dumb i used to move onions
i stand on ten, but my young n~ggas gon’ shoot for me
that china white from overseas, i call that soo~yung
break the perky with my t~~th, it got my tooth numb
we score on opps, we treat the beef just like a hoop run
these n~ggas hoes, they see an opp and they don’t do nothin’
i fell in love with the streets, i can’t move on, we go through h~ll first
if all the lights stop working, i bet my scale work
before you make your first million, you gon’ fail first
if you ain’t tryna havе no boss, n~gga, sell work
[chorus]
gave me that papеr, it’s gettin’ dangerous, every day, y’all gettin’ lamer
i’m old~school, you can watch me scr~pe the pot with a hanger
feel like a kid, that’s the reason why my glock got a laser
run up some money, but i swear to god i ran out of favors
i done bought so much land, these n~ggas ran out of acres
make sure the crib ain’t have no neighbors, i think i should run for mayor
these n~ggas lost all they drip, guess they ran out of flavor
all my brothers goin’ crazy, changin’ watches on they babies, easy money

[verse 2]
been through a lot, but they can’t stop us
our beef after hi~point, so we glocked up
the flow slimy, we can’t let a n~gga mop us
we ain’t even see this comin’, it just popped up, yeah
i know some n~ggas mad at me and i’m glad to see
i ball like an athlete, i be cashin’ p’s
my b~tch chain a half a key, you can’t laugh at me
say f~ck the ogs and bust down a masterpiece
a hundred ‘bows of weed, i bet they don’t last a week
a big load, boy, i bet you don’t catch the fee
he say he fast, but i bet he ain’t faster than these
all you can eat and you ain’t even try to pass a piece, easy money

[chorus]
gave me that paper, it’s gettin’ dangerous, every day, y’all gettin’ lamer
i’m old~school, you can watch me scr~pe the pot with a hanger
feel like a kid, that’s the reason why my glock got a laser
run up some money, but i swear to god i ran out of favors
i done bought so much land, these n~ggas ran out of acres
make sure the crib ain’t have no neighbors, i think i should run for mayor
these n~ggas lost all they drip, guess they ran out of flavor
all my brothers goin’ crazy, changin’ watches on they babies, easy money


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