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letra de above the rim - baby money

[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n-ggas)

[verse 1]
above the rim, i’m on some birdie sh-t
got a thirty in my clip, i’m on some curry sh-t
he tried to play and he got murdered quick
b-tch, you ain’t a grown man, you rock a 36
i make my own bands, they ain’t throw me sh-t
i’ll come and k!ll your mans, better hope we miss
i really got this sh-t on hand, ain’t gotta show no pics
if you got it out the mud, n-gga show your wrist
b-tch, these real vvs’s, need no flash either
my whole team up that sh-t, we’ll crash bimmers
she ask me did i f-ck that b-tch? i caught amnesia
can feel the tension in the air, i think i’m beanie sigel
i’ll sit insidе your state and sell thesе beans single
i was textin’ her, then i f-cked, i don’t even mingle
them bales we put inside the air, they don’t even jingle
got a brand new t-shirt, it ain’t even wrinkled
that’s that work talk
so much drip, i caused a wave, that’s that surf talk
step on a brick, it bounced back, caught a curveball
say he the hottest thing out, i never heard of y’all
i’ll murder dawg, i ain’t gotta make no calls
[interlude]
’cause i done seen some sh-t you wouldn’t believe
we’d be rich if n-ggas wasn’t so greedy
yeah, straight out the mud, we be gettin’ this cheese
you grind hard, sh-t ain’t come that easy

[verse 2]
sh-t, i got it out the mud by myself, f-ck what boy thought
dark brown coupe and it’s a foreign, look like soy sauce
potato on the barrel, when i shoot, take the noise off
two hundred every time i touch down, boy, that’s lawyer talk
it’s twenty plain jane, when it’s bust, it’s a forty ball
stop pourin’ petty drank, you got a pint, n-gga, pour it all
we had wood cabinets in the crib, now the floors marble
thirty thousand for a gucci tracksuit, but i an’t goin’ joggin’

[outro]
you hear that, nutso?
boy here says he owes me
he owes me

- baby money

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