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f u mean - baby money lyrics

[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n*ggas)
5*0 large, 50/50 gang, man
bless us more
phew

[verse 1]
time after time (facts), line after line (yeah)
mansion after mansion, seein’ pint after pint (pourin’)
ain’t gon’ happen overnight, grind at the— uh (uh*huh)
it ain’t gon’ happen overnight, shine after grind (grind)
yeah, i’m the biggest one, woah, lit up like the sun
that sh*t keep my stash in shape, i can’t miss a run
he twenty*one but poppin’ 30s, smoke a 51 (he trippin’)
before i miss out on this thirty, i’ll miss the fun
plus the whole game was hustlin’, i was last to start (yеah)
slow motion, come from nothin’, i’m in the fastest car (gеt in)
open the door and check the dash, hit the gas, it bark
t*rex and raptors in the hood, it’s like jurassic park (mm, mm)

[chorus]
i’ma get in her feelings, f*ck the team, i’m from 12, boy, f*ck you mean?
this is not a cup of green, you can’t find them up the feet (slow down)
i take b*tches, heart them, put ’em in designer, f*ck with me (come here)
me, bro, and a couple freaks, a threesome at the doubletree (mm)
i’ma get in her feelings, f*ck the team, i’m from 12, boy, f*ck you mean?
this is not a cup of green, you can’t find them up the feet (slow down)
i take b*tches, heart them, put them in designer, f*ck with me (come here)
me, bro, and a couple freaks, a threesome at the doubletree
[verse 2]
that n*gga mad i bust my presi’ down, you just lost your value
i be pickin’ random b*tches out the line, i need a raffle (yeah)
and you say you ain’t f*ckin’ on the first night, b*tch, you actin’
congratulations, you just played yourself, you should buy a stature (yeah)
i been through some bullsh*t, beat the odds, now i’m rich
close your eyes when you see me or get blinded by my kit
i don’t want no bougie b*tch, where them hoes that suckin’ d*ck?
count by even number, catch me throwin’ fours up in a six (yeah)
big load up in the whip and the pole that got a stick
can’t slow down, they try to flip, this sh*t gon’ hurt if i get p*ssed
they ask who murked that lil’ b*tch, don’t say a word about that sh*t
i had an urge to get them chips, i was on curb slingin’ them zips

[chorus]
i’ma get in her feelings, f*ck the team (yeah), i’m from 12, boy, f*ck you mean? (yeah)
this is not a cup of green (yeah), you can’t find them up the feet (yeah)
i take b*tches, heart them, put ’em in designer (yeah), f*ck with me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
me, bro, and a couple freaks (shoo), a threesome at the doubletree (pew, pew, pew)
i’ma get in her feelings, f*ck the team, i’m from 12, boy, f*ck you mean?
this is not a cup of green, you can’t find them up the feet
i take b*tches, heart them, put them in designer, f*ck with me (yeah)
me, bro, and a couple freaks (shoo), a threesome at the doubletree (pew, pew, pew)

- baby money lyrics

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