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lirik lagu baby money - letter to my son

[intro]
(1800 for you)

[verse]
you left me hangin’ knowin’ d~mn well i needed you
believin’ everything a b~tch say and it ain’t even true
don’t know what the f~ck you drinkin’, that ain’t even juice
i threw the cheese back in his face, it ain’t even blue
i pull off v and a ‘vette for an even two
drop the top and pick the b~tch up, i’m playin’ peekaboo
yellow diamonds in my charm, it look like pikachu
you turned your back on me for nothin’, that ain’t even cool
i’m slimy, boy, i’m known to f~ck a n~gga b~tch
she gon’ feel the glock 23, she touch a n~gga d~ck
might just get a couple thousand, it ain’t nothin’ but some chips
we ain’t make it in thе house, she let mе f~ck her in her whip
boy, i’m grimy, disrespect, ain’t toleratin’ sh~t
might just shake a n~gga hand, same day, get him hit
grew up hoopin’ in the hood, but i’ll get a n~gga blitzed
they was just with him last night, next day, they sent rip
you see me shinin’, add me up, boy, this a half a tick’
i ain’t know what real love was ’til i had a kid
peeped the play before he got up out the car, fire up the whip
i’m pourin’ trish up with quagen and it taste like actavis
you left me, got me mad and sh~t, thinkin’ where the magic went?
just for you and my son, i’ll pull up, crash the whip
this a message to the youngins, see the hood, stash the bl!ck
never park forward, pull that b~tch up and back it in
think you would’ve gave me twenty, but i only asked for ten
when i’m done with this, i’ma have enough to cash a benz
sh~t movin’ fast, i can’t even split it with my mans
bag was in for five minutes, next week, try again
this a letter to the young n~ggas, f~ck that
this a letter to my son, don’t you ever trust these dumb n~ggas
if i feel like it’s a threat, i’ma come, n~gga
i should call you uno, you the one, n~gga
put your funds before your fun, you the one, n~gga
we put tons over crumbs, you the one, n~gga
family first, f~ck money, you the one, n~gga
you that one, n~gga, i ain’t even trippin’
see me when the lights off, my wrist match my pendant
ayy, you ever seen a milli’? i ain’t talkin’ richard
house full of white girls, i ain’t talkin’ b~tches
i don’t even like harold’s, but who talkin’ chicken?
’cause i want it all
i ain’t make it to the league, but i wanna ball
in love with fashion so much, i’m ’bout to buy a mall
n~gga, these prices so cheap, i’m ’bout to buy ’em all
easy

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