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real life - babys world lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, treezymadeit)

[chorus: babys money]
you the type that never seen money
playing boss with a b*tch n*gga, come and get some green from me (ooh, treezymadeit)
h*ll yeah, he keep lean, don’t he?
so many beans from the l, a hundred g’s don’t even mean nothing
what’s the price? i want it clean, homie
thirty*seven for a slice, n*ggas running to that clean money
i’m living life, what you mean, dummy?
dirty money every night, mack, tell these lil’ n*ggas something

[verse 1: mack nickels]
everybody know i’m speaking rеal sh*t (everybody)
i really got that cash, i don’t dream rich (what up, dd?)
n*ggas talk loud with a bland wrist (nakеd as h*ll)
my pants cost a band, i’m on some other sh*t (that’s balmain)
rubberband*wrapped ten, all twenties (twans)
i seen my first hun’ in my early twenties (swear to god)
one thing they know, who really getting money (they know it, n*gga)
every b*tch i ever f*cked wanted something from me (begging*ass hoes)
in ruth’s chris, i think i had a seabass (extra b*tter)
never swiped a card, boy, i only deal in bags (slabs)
if you ask ’em, they’ll tell you where the paper hang (they know)
i don’t know about the bins, but i know that ‘caine (bricks)
every b*tch i f*cked say i know purses (do they?)
you can tell who really get it when you hear my verses (you know i got it)
ain’t a n*gga in the city that can say they played me (n0body)
sh*t, they better ask about us, lil’ baby (yeah)
[chorus: babys money]
you the type that never seen money
playing boss with a b*tch n*gga, come and get some green from me
h*ll yeah, he keep lean, don’t he?
so many beans from the l, a hundred g’s don’t even mean nothing
what’s the price? i want it clean, homie
thirty*seven for a slice, n*ggas running to that clean money
i’m living life, what you mean, dummy?
dirty money every night, mack, tell these lil’ n*ggas something

[verse 2: babys world]
one pill, that’s a hundred bucks (hundred)
two seals, making deals with a double cup (double)
loose ends, i done doubled up
two bands to my mans in the hummer truck (give it to him)
a ton of tan, touching pans, pick the b*tter up (run it up)
i’m fronting grams while n*ggas scam, n*gga, sum it up (here)
i’m punting grams from the sand, boy, the summer up (dummy)
count an eighty on the ‘gram, i’m a hundred up (ha)
i treat this cash like a lady, get to run it up (b*tch)
i beat this bag like a baby, get to turning up (get it)
heated dash like the ’80s, b*tch, we burning up (burning)
i need it bad, i’m going crazy, n*ggas’ turn is up (b*tch)
lv, blew about a ten strip (ten)
thick b*tch, she the type you wanna trick with (trick)
met her in the v on the tenth trip (tenth)
spent sh*t, i done sent her out with six bricks (bring it back)
[chorus: babys money]
you the type that never seen money
playing boss with a b*tch n*gga, come and get some green from me (ooh, treezymadeit)
h*ll yeah, he keep lean, don’t he?
so many beans from the l, a hundred g’s don’t even mean nothing
what’s the price? i want it clean, homie
thirty*seven for a slice, n*ggas running to that clean money
i’m living life, what you mean, dummy?
dirty money every night, mack, tell these lil’ n*ggas something

- babys world lyrics

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