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letra de wow - baby money

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

[chorus]
sell the whole d-mn bag ‘fore it land, wow
ap rubber bands, she like, “wow”
ask her when she tryna f-ck, she like, “now”
wow, wow, wow
i got high as h-ll again, i done woke up in my benz
been f-ckin’ on her friends, she done woke up with my mans
said she can’t feel her legs, i ain’t bustin’ off a 10
and how you f-ck, don’t know her name? i she got her off the fn

[verse 1]
why they screamin’ what you said, n-gga? this is what i’m sayin’
we gon’ put one in your head, n-gga, this one for that playin’
i might just put one in your legs, n-gga, this for when you ran
i got rich on accident, tell ’em this wasn’t in the plan
tell the n-ggas you don’t f-ck with me and knowin’ i don’t f-ck with you
w-o-w, my watch lookin’ like puddles do
we stretch the work and move that sh-t fast, the incredibles
cross me, then try to ball on me, i know better moves
like when a n-gga bein’ flashy, n-gga, let him shoot
or when you finally get your shot, n-gga, step into it
we blowin’ whistles, pull a tec like a ref’ll do it
i’m movin’ risky, you can cop the bag, the rest is free
[chorus]
sell the whole d-mn bag ‘fore it land, wow
ap rubber bands, she like, “wow”
ask her when she tryna f-ck, she like, “now”
wow, wow, wow
i got high as h-ll again, i done woke up in my benz
been f-ckin’ on her friends, she done woke up with my mans
said she can’t feel her legs, i ain’t bustin’ off a 10
and how you f-ck, don’t know her name? i she got her off the fn

[verse 2]
i re-up, break down again, re-up, break down again
re-up, break down again, i’m sure you gettin’ what i’m sayin’
it wasn’t enough to move the truck, so i underhand the plane
yeah, i’m trappin’ with my stick ’cause i understand the game
and sell ’em high, get ’em cheap, thousand of ’em, k!ll the streets
i’m a s-t-a-r, but i t-r-a-p
n-gga, this one ar and it slid through eight streets
’bout that money, i’ll sn-tch a n-gga kid, he waist-deep
i’m sellin’ work for legal numbers, this brick goin’ for eighteen
money f-ckin’ with they stomach, swear these n-ggas hate cheese
and sh-t, i’m known to get to it, i can’t let it make me
feel like oscar, out the trash, so the presi’ face green, yeah

[chorus]
sell the whole d-mn bag ‘fore it land, wow
ap rubber bands, she like, “wow”
ask her when she tryna f-ck, she like, “now”
wow, wow, wow
i got high as h-ll again, i done woke up in my benz
been f-ckin’ on her friends, she done woke up with my mans
said she can’t feel her legs, i ain’t bustin’ off a 10
and how you f-ck, don’t know her name? i she got her off the fn

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