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letra de charlie's angels - baby money

charlie’s angels lyrics
[verse 1]
you ain’t never seen your mama cry
brother shot slidin’, you wasn’t there when it’s time to ride
how the f-ck scope the scene turn into a homicide?
we stand on business, never see it like it’s camouflage
your card ain’t good over here, gotta -n-lyze
i got some b-tches i can’t f-ck, so i just fantasize
i got my hands in some sh-t, i need it sanitized
every time i hear my name, i drop another thousand
all my n-ggas out here hustlin’, b-tches, i can’t trust ’em
got her in that sp-ceship, then your b-tch got abducted
wе ain’t drinkin’ no hard liquor, boy, that cris’ got her f-ckin’
everybody ’round me еatin’, even my b-tch got a hundred, easy money

[chorus]
i don’t even wanna be around you, you let the money change you
three bad b-tches with me, think it’s charlie angels
you think them n-ggas pits, turn them boys to angels
save that money that you make, i bet that money save you
a four inside a small-ass pop, you don’t wanna taste it
my phone rung three times, i know they want a favor
he facetime with some purp, i want a hundred cases
i don’t even want they body, i just want they faces

[verse 2]
give me the test, i been passed, i just wanna ace it
don’t double back, i been f-cked, she must wanna pay me
i brought some drip to the city, it’s just a lil’ flavor
hate when n-ggas say i’m fake, i’m gettin’ real paper
i spent a hundred last month, i need a real agent
she like to tell me when she comin’ and she still taste
turn black tar to white b-tches, man, i feel racist
b-tch, i’m ot slangin’ pills and i got bills waitin’
i think i’m traumatized
i ain’t see you ’round or goin’ to slide, it’s a homicide
crib got shot up so many times, i seen my mama cry
b-tches fake and n-ggas switchin’ sides, so i ride with mine, ayy, ayy
[chorus]
i don’t even wanna be around you, you let the money change you
three bad b-tches with me, think it’s charlie angels
you think them n-ggas pits, turn them boys to angels
save that money that you make, i bet that money save you
a four inside a small-ass pop, you don’t wanna taste it
my phone rung three times, i know they want a favor
he facetime with some purp, i want a hundred cases
i don’t even want they body, i just want they faces

[outro]
(h-lluva made this beat, baby)

- baby money

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