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letra de wait a minute - baby money

[intro]
(f-ck the fire, we got grease)
(it’s a wayne beat)
(ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)
ayy

[verse]
ayy, hold up, wait a minute
another opp done died and they tryna say we did it
they writin’ down the sentences, they scared to take a sentence
they ain’t wanna listen, so i had to make ’em listen, i’m a pit
presi’ number two, i’m the sh-t
find a real crew and get rich
the downfall always ’bout a b-tch
too much drank in my system, gotta maintain habits
block bang outta control, gotta maintain traffic
bro got plain jane patek, it came from ‘caine rappin’
first time coppin’ a hundred, had to change my whole status
i was broke back then, n-gga, that’s a closed chapter
b-tches f-ck automatic when you in that 4matic
i look up to kingpins, raised in the deep end
i ain’t even gotta play, b-tch, i bet the team win
you don’t see [?] money, b-tch, i bet you see twin
n-gga disrespect crumbles, b-tch, i bet you see him
f-ck up the extras with my mans, we ain’t stressin’ over bands
gucci trunks on now, b-tch, i can’t even swim
i’m just doin’ this for fashion, doin’ this sh-t laughin’
but always lookin’ like money, i ain’t into all that braggin’
my youngin sn-tchin’ trackhawks, let you buy it and retag it
he ask me which ones i want, i said the fast one
you left the plug without no money, you ain’t plannin’ on coppin’
yeah, all the whips strikers, we ain’t plannin’ on stoppin’
i used to cop lil’ sacks ’cause i ain’t plan on rockin’
now i buy a whole bag or my mans gon’ cop it
hit your block and take it over and we hands on poppin’
or we takin’ vacant over, have the bando rockin’
you don’t even know the numbers, all that sh-t you talk cap
you just gettin’ on the track, i’m already runnin’ laps
boy, i f-cked so many hoes, i don’t think i gotta match
and i sell so many ‘bows, be forgettin’ that i rap
n-ggas always tryna fight, be forgettin’ ’bout a strap
you can take me as a joke, but i’ma get the last laugh
all i did was get the load, now i’m the one they mad at
love me more when i was broke, hate me when i got them racks
i’m just sayin’, n-gga
hold up, wait a minute
a n-gga called me ’bout his b-tch, he tellin’ me i hit it
a n-gga called me ’bout a hit, he tellin’ me i sent it
i do that sh-t myself, get on my feet and jump some fences
i got it out the trenches

- baby money

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