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letra de jada - soldier kidd

[intro]
(julia)
yeah, yeah, what up?

[chorus]
woke up this morning, i had money on my mind (okay)
and i’m kind of h-rny, i hope jada ’bout to slide (where you at, bae?)
that bank account enormous, but you can’t compare your size (d-mn)
baby, f-ck my lawyer, f-ck the judge, they all could die (bye)
’cause i ain’t doing time (time)
it’s cartier, got me on a different time (time)
girl, i’m out of state, why you keep blowing up my line? (i’m gone)
i was getting paper, selling dimes, and building fire (what you on?)
he was just hating, tryna talk to all the dimes (okay, okay)

[verse]
i was built for this (yeah)
but i don’t lift no weights, it’s so much money i could lift (yeah, yeah)
i was on my way and i heard flacko had got k!lled
and that’s for real
ask lil’ jackboy, he’d tell you he got k!lled
and baby, i’m a jack boy, but now i got a mil’
that lil’ mama that raw, i might just pay her bills
shoutout to the fat broads ’cause they need love still
this right here a fat check, dollar, dollar bill
baby, i’m a fat x, triple x for real
i been tryna whack them, but tonight, i’ma chill
woke up this morning, i say, “d-mn, i need to chill”
but all these soldiers on it, they gon’ die like navy seals
tell me if you on it ’cause we on that sh-t for real
i’m in california tryna bring that florida here
she like, “what up, lil’ daddy?” every time i post a pic
ain’t nothing lil’ ’bout this daddy, you know everything be big
and, d-mn, that booty big
i’m the biggest 3, but all my figures passing six
this right here a legacy, they won’t even know that you exist
billie eilish messaged me, i’m turning haitian in this b-tch
’cause i’m a haitian boy imported straight from the bricks
you gon’ need some oil, this ain’t waves, i got wicks
tell me what you on, you can’t even pay the rent
i was on my own hoping god blessed this jit
now i’m blessed, b-tch
come on, baby, show me something i can invest in
give me something that i can shoot a n-gga vest in
don’t know no abcs, but i’ll tell you what triple x is
this that triple x sh-t, come on
[chorus]
woke up this morning, i had money on my mind (okay)
and i’m kind of h-rny, i hope jada ’bout to slide (where you at, bae?)
that bank account enormous, but you can’t compare your size (d-mn)
baby, f-ck my lawyer, f-ck the judge, they all could die (bye)
’cause i ain’t doing time (time)
it’s cartier, got me on a different time (time)
girl, i’m out of state, why you keep blowing up my line? (i’m gone)
i was getting paper, selling dimes, and building fire (what you on?)
he was just hating, tryna talk to all the dimes

- soldier kidd

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