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letra de moncler bubble - baby money

(d-mn, machu, why’d you have to do them like that?)

[chorus]
moncler bubbles for the times we ain’t had sh-t
this that baby los that did cash flips
this that baby los that drink actavis
put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
forty-thousand in my pants, i ain’t flash sh-t
n-ggas keep asking ’bout the ’vette, b-tch, we crashed it
come and f-ck one of my n-ggas, get yo’ ass did
happily hoppin’ on that road got me mad rich

[verse 1]
yeah, yeah, brought the foreigns, when we slide, we in fast whips
it’s twenty-one inside my block, this my savage
we get one-twenty a pop without asking
so why i buy a gucci shirt without the jacket?
f-ck a heart, i don’t love no b-tch, i love fashion
a n-gga violate the game, get his flag took
even if it’s halloween, we still masked up
now every time a n-gga die, they come ask us
yeah, this that baby los asking for dollars
i was f-cked up, they know i would be a problem
that 550 blue, i used to drive inside the honda
a matte black coupe, b-tches screaming out, “wakanda”
i’m ’bout to f-ck the city up, i’m kwame
i caught something out the blue, a body
he said he took something from los? he lying
i put a lot of n-ggas on, so they ridin’
[chorus]
moncler bubbles for the times we ain’t had sh-t
this that baby los that did cash flips
this that baby los that drink actavis
put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
forty-thousand in my pants, i ain’t flash sh-t
n-ggas keep asking ’bout the ‘vette, b-tch, we crashed it
come and f-ck one of my n-ggas, get yo’ ass did
happily hoppin’ on that road got me mad rich

[verse 2]
trappin’ and copping all these ‘bows got my mans lit
we was in and out of cali for a pandemic
these n-ggas pinching off the bag, think some grams missing
these n-ggas f-cked up they stash, never had chicken
between two or three n-ggas, spent a half-ticket
and we was rocking bussdowns when n-ggas had breitlings
they gave my n-gga forty-five, that was a bad sentence
my n-gga died at twenty-one, we called it fast living
you ‘sposed to stack your racks up and make it last, n-gga
you shop for hoes, i shop for ‘bows, n-gga, our bag different
living in hotels, them rooms ain’t even had kitchens
never serve them at your crib, boy, that’s bad business
tell a b-tch, “get what you want, i ain’t yo’ last n-ggas”
it’s two benzes in the group, n-gga, i’ll crash this one
a three-five in this ‘wood, i can’t pass this one
we ain’t financing sh-t, b-tch i cashed this one
easy money
[chorus]
moncler bubbles for the times we ain’t had sh-t
this that baby los that did cash flips
this that baby los that drink actavis
put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
forty-thousand in my pants, i ain’t flash sh-t
n-ggas keep asking ’bout the ‘vette, b-tch, we crashed it
come and f-ck one of my n-ggas, get yo’ ass did
happily hoppin’ on that road got me mad rich

- baby money

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