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m$ney ft. yuedy - crybaby cash lyrics

[verse 1: crybaby cash]

yeah, yeah
thought he was invincible until he caught some sh*lls
i know a basic b*tch tryna eat at golden corral
i took a honey pack, it ain’t work, so why they sell?
she don’t use makeup on her face, she au naturel
your potna raped a b*tch you spent your last paying his bail
he a hater like his paw that n*gga was destined to fail
i was dodging speed bumps, but it was really a message in braille
throw a penny in a wishing well, told my hoes gotta wish me well
been curving thot b*tches all day, i could do it myself
got all these songs in a catalog, need to build my wealth
rainbow colored rhinestone encrusted all over my belt
woah, log in a computer, and max everything, i don’t need no help
i’ve been using hacked accounts, i ain’t tryna pay for nothing myself
riding round with the wheel in the right hand, i’m smoking with the left
talking real sh*t, but she can’t hear me, but i know she ain’t deaf
better be cautious, better think twice before you take the step
yeah, n*ggas tryna earn stripes in this game, they ain’t even the ref
and i gotta be a real n*gga till i take my last breath
hate lame sh*t more than djs hate n*ggas making requests
and you can’t reach the depths in my mind, cause my whole world a mess
i f*cked up a check, then got it back, f*cked up another check
say it with your chest, p*ssy b*tch, you don’t know how to step
got bills in different color hues, but i ain’t talking hef
[verse 1: yuedy]

yeah, i’m copping that sh*t, i’m rolling that sh*t, ’til it ain’t nothing left
i’m smoking strong, i’m smoking that yeah that sh*t that hit your chest
b*tch we just met no we can’t kiss, but you could give me neck
and when i leave and i don’t answer, she just catch a fit
yeah, hair swing in my face, i feel like tarzan
yeah, brother yeah he sleep yeah he the sand man
ooh, in the kitchen with the pots and pans
cook it for him, yeah i got him, that’s my mans
she tryna impress me, she did that sh*t with both her hands
ooh, that hoe look like dope, she got a tan
yeah, and i look like i’m hot i got a fan
ooh, smoked up with a rasta that’s my man
yeah and she keep saying she free, she ain’t got no plans
she want me to pull up and come blam
she eat me up, she got that ass, godd*mn
ooh, can’t talk no numbers with n*ggas, i know that sh*t a scam
yo, in this bm, this b*tch fast it got a cam
ooh, double stripes, all gray, that’s a ram
put him on brudda with this chopper, got a stick on me
yeah, blow in with them hips, yeah that’s this b*tch on me

i had told myself how to go get money
get money, get money
get money, get money

- crybaby cash lyrics

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