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big amount - babyface ray lyrics

[verse 1: babyface ray]
i got a big bank
let them know this sh*t stank
babyface, but i’m rocking a big face
well known in 6 states
celebrating, but it ain’t my birthday
n*ggas just get cake
get back, get your ass wacked
sergical in this b*tch [?]
real n*ggas done turned fake
i seen it all
i’m the n*gga that you know score touchdowns without the ball
tell my b*tch it might be a workout when we leave the mall, ’cause my bags heavy
don’t call me until my cash heavy
see my old hoes, then i act petty
[?] can’t f*ck with me, you know my cup with me
real boss, ain’t no touching me
ain’t gon’ make it back, and n*gga come for me
dub on me, can’t go in there n*gga, less the club want me
one and only, f*ck with street n*ggas, more money than the club [?]
new coupe when i pull through, doing numbers on youtube
doing numbers in the hood too, and i’m good in the berbs too
boy, you my son, like i birthed you
your b*tch can’t f*ck with my worst two
going in like a kerphew, spilling drank, chewing percs too
raff simands in my closet, b*tch, blow a check, ’cause i’m balling, b*tch
f*ck her good, never call a b*tch
i ain’t never really lost sh*t
these n*ggas tryna act like they don’t see me, but they watching heavy
you getting money, but you kinda petty
tell the truth, lil n*gga, you ain’t ready
used to ride 6’s on the chevy
that’s an old school
put my life on these protools
i run game, and i coach too
they copy swag [?]
you sleep, n*gga, then hit the snooze
we up forever, f*ck whoever
we don’t want sh*t but the chetter, n*gga
[verse 2: peezy]
i got a big amount
i had them in a drout
baby chopper sitting in the couch
i f*ck your b*tch and i send her out
rap sheet, got some felonies
still f*ck around on the side
crossed over plenty state lines
take the plain for the safe side
if you really getting money, show it
break a half pound down and blow it
stevie wonder, talking to you n*ggas, saying y’all can’t see peezy and you know it
better show up with that check then
i’m a ghetto boy, and that’s it
bad b*tches talk the best sh*t
but can’t even really suck d*ck
[?] exit
and i never ever seen these n*ggas inside of the club flexing
and i f*cked on my best friend
f*ck n*ggas got no say so
hustle hard, and i ain’t change clothes
stack until the whole month gone
sucker sh*t is what i ain’t on
you can move right on hard road
we still don’t live by the same code
throwing bands on the stage though
n*gga, long live flav, ho
skip the fake and the foney sh*t, let’s get straight down to the pro
you don’t know, then you will never know
they just popped a whole chetter grove

- babyface ray lyrics

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