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activated - baby money lyrics

[intro]
(ayo, shek, this yours?)
(1800 for you)
(from this day on, you deal directly with me, agreed?)

[verse 1: baby money]
don’t let n0body get away, hit the street from different angles
holy water on the k, i turned a demon to an angel
why you clutchin’ on your pole? ’cause i see them n*ggas hatin’
tell they b*tch and all her friends ‘nem come f*ck me
got louis on my buckle, might shoot you, i don’t trust you
i buy them guns and shoot ’em too, the money and the muscle
i grab the bag and shoot a move, you hustle, then you double
i’m charged up, might blow up, fool, you know this sh*t ain’t nothin’

[chorus: baby money]
sh*t, i’m activated
huh, this money got me activated
these hundreds got me activated
go play your role if you smart, b*tch, stop actin’ crazy
she ain’t suck it how i like it, now i’m aggravated

[verse 2: baby money]
huh, you think you can f*ck with me?
tell the plug that i can sell the truck before it touch the street
all my b*tches bad as f*ck and it’s a must that they be freaks
all the glocks we got tucked, got one up and i ain’t tee
blow it fast, but i ain’t meech, we on they ass, they gon’ retreat
fft*fft, fah*fah, you hear that, that’s the glee
i’m charged up, go spin a street, we f*ck around and crash the jeep
back to back, you see the hook, get in with me, mhm
this that turnt up, drive fast, i like bad b*tches
this that good p*ssy, ass fat, got my ass trickin’
like to hold grudges ’bout her past, i ain’t your last n*gga
i done broke my last blender, b*tch, you know my bag bigger
don’t be stupid, hmm
[chorus: baby money]
b*tch, i’m activated
huh, this money got me activated
these hundreds got me activated
go play your role if you smart, b*tch, quit actin’ crazy

[verse 3: babyfxce e]
huh, yeah, them custos got me activated
they helped me get my first ten after i graduated
f*ck the plug, i had to be the plug ’cause they was taxin’ crazy
you can’t even get her attention, with me, this b*tch infatuated
losin’ sh*t all in the cat, this b*tch be sn*tchin’ crazy
holdin’ sixty racks so i can practice when i have my baby
i’m tryna f*ck tonight, in the morning, you be actin’ lazy
i used to drive the strike to northside just to pack some eighthies
pocket weighin’ down, it ain’t no gun, it’s just a stack of faces
lil’ b*tch know she bad, she in the club, sittin’ ’round, actin’ famous
it’s like she know she cold, i don’t shop, i’m smokin’ ‘bows
big*ass yopper on me, ridin’ in that if*you*know*you*know
hop out, get on feet, remember me? ho, you probably don’t
’cause this time, when you see me, i got on ski
i let her slide once, now this b*tch wanna see me on repeat
she said, “i wanted to say somethin’ to you, but it be seemin’ like you mean,” tuh
i wouldn’t trust my dog, that n*gga slimy as he seem, huh
lackin’ on your phone, shoot the drac’ and crack your screen
after every sale, i say, “you ain’t get that sh*t from me,” huh
we got so many heats, it’s like we get that sh*t for free, n*gga

- baby money lyrics

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