letra de money taller than me (callin my phone)* - 30rock & bigbabygucci
lyrics from snippets
[chorus: bigbabygucci]
my money taller than me (taller than me)
i told her, “come on to me” (i told her come on to me)
we bought the whole store (whole store)
we got your ho, no
we ain’t takin’ no low-blows
ten shots to the [?]
you goofy to think i won’t take it
lame n-ggas think i won’t make it
wake up and i pour on a sp-ceship
i ain’t f-ckin’ with the b-tch, she enable this
i don’t know if you f-ck with me, baby
we are always gon’ grind to make it
i ain’t got no time to waste it
…
so she got [cartiers’s?]
you my lil’ prada bae
[?]
[verse: 30rock]
i put ice up on my neck so i can shine [?], yeah
had to leave that ho behind [?]
…
i’ma hit her with that curve when i [?]
…
i smoke on a blunt, i’m closin’ my eyes
i [?] my n-ggas [?], yeah
don’t know why they hate, they know that i’m workin’
you know that i stay on my grind, yeah, uh
i’m so f-ckin’ high, i can’t feel my face
we stand on the top, boy, this not a race
she callin’ my phone but i do not answer
heard she was a cancer, huh
heard she private-dancing, huh
please excuse me, girl, i ain’t got no manners
i just fell in love, she came from atlanta
k on me, this sprayin’
you boys cannot aim, huh
[?] on me, no [?]
one-thousand for my shoes
racks all on me, all blue
can’t give these n-ggas a clue
i called them shooters; “hop out of the roof”
all of my n-ggas, they [?], they salute
smokin’ these backwoods, take over the room
and i been ballin’ like way before june
all of these pretty b-tches tryna be you
and i’m so [?], i don’t know what to do
uh, i count that money, i can’t have none to replace
i took your blunt then i put one to the face (no cap)
[chorus: bigbabygucci]
my money taller than me (taller than me)
i told her, “come on to me” (i told her come on to me)
we bought the whole store (whole store)
we got your ho, no
we ain’t takin’ no low-blows
ten shots to the [?]
you goofy to think i won’t take it
lame n-ggas think i won’t make it
wake up and i pour on a sp-ceship
i ain’t f-ckin’ with the b-tch, she enable this
i don’t know if you f-ck with me, baby
we are always gon’ grind to make it
i ain’t got no time to waste it
…
so she got [cartiers’s?]
you my lil’ prada bae
[?]
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