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letra de out the kitchen - baby money

[intro]
easy money

[verse]
can’t take the heat? get the f-ck up out the kitchen (get out of there)
there’s five bricks and we just counted out one-fifty (hold on)
we lie, b-tch, when that draco get to spittin’
he died quick ’cause we don’t play, we ’bout business (real)
i’m tryna quit, i just pray god forgive us
two times six, i put a twelve inside a pitcher
who slidin’ with us? if bro goin’, i ride with him
we buy pistols, that’s your man? you die with him
yeah
hop out and wet the whole crowd, cause hеll with the mop
i’m so mad, i’m tryna stuff the k sh-lls in thе glock
my b-tch bad, she look like k. mich-lle from the thighs
drink act’, my n-gga, i can tell when it’s drop
five hundred thousand, two ars and a scale when i cop (yeah)
why you rate that b-tch a ten on the scale? she a thot
doin’ a hundred on the e-way with no l’s in the drop
if you f-ckin’ with some n-ggas that’s gon’ tell you an opp
f-ck some red bottoms, i just feel like 12 on the top (for real)
we gon’ red dot ’em, put a n-gga head in a box
all my mans got ’em, i’ma pay his bail if he locked
we gon’ landslide him, move a n-gga crib off his block
you can tell we really eatin’, we ain’t gotta talk money
got a thirty-ball in dubs, make a n-gga walk funny
f-ck the boss, b-tch, tell the owner come and talk to me
i ain’t lost sh-t, seein’ through the tint, we all winnin’
f-ck a rollie, i want a [?], everybody a shooter
linked up, no cuban, rob balmain, no nudie
we all paid, is you stupid? have ’em burn to my jeweler
package comin’, we move it, i stacked a hundred and blew it
got my white boy, told me stack my cheese like i’m jewish
got some hot boys come and spray the scene, they ain’t juvie
i don’t like noise, hit him in his head, leave him clueless
it’s that life, boy, he better be dead when you shoot him (for real)
(for real)

- baby money

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