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jason terry - baby money lyrics

[intro]
(1800 for you)
vibes, woah

[verse 1]
back to back to back in three 6s, ‘fit saint michaels
let’s pour up a four, i’m gettin’ rich, can’t a thing stop him
tell him keep his mask on, that’s my main shotta
shout out murder team, we locked in, we got the same rivals
they ain’t steppin’ in these streets, i let them lames pop it
you look up to big meech, we got the same idol
he died on the day he played, that’s a same*nighter
h*ll yeah, we did the sh*t together, it’s the same problem

[chorus]
ayy, don’t turn me down for sh*t, bro, i want them boys to hear me
spinnin’ when the sun up, bro, i want the boys to fear me
black suit, mask on, boy, this sh*t been gettin’ scary
face shot, but he survived, headband, jason terry
get a bag and we gon’ share it, you ain’t even gotta tell me
m90 named mariah, bro, don’t ask how much it carry
play dumb, call me perry, tell her meet me at the telly
i send chris and he miss, your ass better go get married

[verse 2]
wait, tell me somethin’, why these n*ggas out here actin’ like they lit?
tell me this, why these p*ssy n*ggas actin’ like a b*tch?
17 came fully, i ain’t have to add the switch
b*tch, they call me baby money, i ain’t had to act, we rich
stupid*ass n*gga ever steal from me, make it last, n*gga
drop a lunch line, i profess, sh*t makin’ fast chicken
they still talkin’ ’bout a million, that’s the last mission
uno finally came home, you know that n*gga crash bentleys
and i ain’t goin’ back broke
on my mama, tie up the streets together, put a rope from telegraph to ryan
and i can’t get it off my words, i’ma get it off of violence
n*ggas made them small jokes and woke up a sleeping giant, easy money
[chorus]
ayy, don’t turn me down for sh*t, bro, i want them boys to hear me
spinnin’ when the sun up, bro, i want the boys to fear me
black suit, mask on, boy, this sh*t been gettin’ scary
face shot, but he survived, headband, jason terry
get a bag and we gon’ share it, you ain’t even gotta tell me
m90 named mariah, bro, don’t ask how much it carry
play dumb, call me perry, tell her meet me at the telly
i send chris and he miss, your ass better go get married

[outro]
stupid*ass n*gga

- baby money lyrics

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