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lirik lagu m’s – carlos bryant

[intro]
ofasho are you kidding me

[chorus: carlos bryant]
i’m trynna make m’s
last year i made more money than i made friends
then i took the operation out the bas*m*nt
what the f*ck i look like living complacent (yeah)
i’m trynna make m’s
last year i made more money than i made friends
then i took the operation out the bas*m*nt
what the f*ck i look like living complacent (yeah)

[verse 1: carlos bryant]
place and burden on broad shoulders
was working for omar, was pushin his toyota
prolly a corolla, mind is sharp as a razor
i’m flippin like motorola, so much love for the gamе
it’s like keem no orange soda, i could tell i’m on thе brink (ay)
duffel bag heavy, might pull up in a brinks with it (in a brinks with it)
premature with the money in the grave
they gon take me to the morgue where it’s 6 feet deep
make sure the finance is intact
i react more assertive, been feelin way more detached
livin in my head, big business
got us all eating out the bread, i got god as a witness (uh)
i’mma proceed to go do me
ofie on the beat, mix hittin like bruce lee
comin for the fetta the cheddar the blue cheese
when i walk up out the bank with a stack up on me screaming
[chorus: carlos bryant & haiti babii, both]
i’m trynna make m’s
last year i made more money than i made friends
then i took the operation out the bas*m*nt
what the f*ck i look like living complacent (yeah)
i’m trynna make m’s
last year i made more money than i made friends
then i took the operation out the bas*m*nt
what the f*ck i look like living complacent (yeah) (hey hey)

[verse 2: haiti babii]
friends turn to enemies, and enemies come with the fame
money get you incentive for some more ways to go get the (uh)
while i cop ballistics, she don’t want the business
four*star casket before i was a rap n*gga
when i die, put ratchets on my casket (hee)
bury me with jewelry and bad b*tches (huh)
relapse, i’m too cold, i come for the tracks (hee)
contracts, i won’t sign unless they talk ratchet
wrist talk, i know how to make the birds flock
like ofasho, i’m get 2 buys shoo shish
don’t violate me, my whole hood been crucified
f*ck wrong with n*ggas, if n*ggas be trippin then n*ggas be found fake (b*tch)
i run alone i bang the locs just like delonte (gang)
i can’t focus unless i collect the bonus (bonus)
you gotta make the money, don’t let it make you (you)
you gotta make the money, don’t let it take your life
[chorus: carlos bryant]
i’m trynna make m’s
last year i made more money than i made friends
then i took the operation out the bas*m*nt
what the f*ck i look like living complacent (yeah)
i’m trynna make m’s
last year i made more money than i made friends
then i took the operation out the bas*m*nt
what the f*ck i look like living complacent (yeah)

- carlos bryant

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