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lirik lagu fwm – saadi four & baby money

[intro: saadi four]
uh, this sh*t f*ckin’ with me
uh, f*ck that, stepper, big stepper gang
uh, all bad b*tches f*ck with me
all the dope boys f*ck with me
all the scammers f*ck with me
this sh*t wasn’t no luck with me (this gon’ be f*ckin’ heavy)

[verse 1: saadi four]
got the maybach tinted black, look like the bat mobile (look like the bat mobile)
before i cop them pints off you, i gotta crack that seal (where crack that sh*t?)
swear i’ll pop a n*gga b*tch before i pop a pill (before i pop a pill)
don’t drop a diss and say my name ’cause that’s gon’ get you k!lled (yeah, you gon’ die)
no, we not having a racе but i bet i’m the first to go get mе a mill’ (get me a mill’)
i got the ‘bows in the hood, i been havin’ the motion, the real spill (real spill)
phone keep ringing, i don’t get to chill (i don’t chill), i was in fly sh*t since i was little (little)
i got this sh*t out the mud (i got this sh*t out the mud), straight out the trenches where sh*t get real (sh*t get real)
l don’t be laughing at n*ggas that don’t really got it, i know how it feel (i know it, i know how it feel)
everybody don’t get a chance to shine like this, you gotta have sk!lls (you gotta have sk!lls)
uh*huh, told lil’ bro, “mask up on the drill (drill, yeah), ’cause the d.a. been giving out wills” (yeah, they been giving out wills)
i think i’ma pass up on the weed (yeah, woah), i don’t really like how that sh*t feel (i don’t really like how that sh*t feel)
half of a ticket before my deal (my deal)
when i buy a b*tch some titties and she don’t come back, you
gon’ know that’s it’s real (yeah, real, you gon’ know)
i’m the biggest, i’m nowhere little (uh, no)
put some respect on my name (put some respect on my name), 40 racks just for my chain (40 racks spent for my chain)
uh, yeah, we lost bro but that n*gga a soldier, especially, he went out with a bang (he went out with a boom)
that lil’ b*tch, she not my main (my main, yeah)
how you taking these flights? (yeah)
i’m tired of first class, i might just go rent me a plane (i might just go rent me a plane)
i might just go rent the g5 (i might just go rent the g5)
my first time counting a hundred (yeah), that sh*t felt crazy, i wanted to cry (i wanted to cry, yeah, yeah)
now i just pulled out a couple of them when i just wanna pop it on live (yeah, on live)
[chorus: saadi four]
all bad b*tches f*ck with me (f*ck with me)
all the dope boys f*ck with me (yeah)
all the scammers f*ck with me (they f*ck with me)
this sh*t wasn’t no luck with me (this sh*t wasn’t no luck)
told my n*ggas we gon’ ball, you just gotta put ya trust in me (put ya trust in me)
i’m just tryna touch two million, that’s what’s really up to me
patek phillipe, switch up the tray, watch the choppa sweep (choppa, chop, sweep)
you know i had to vanish and that’s the way that i talk to my freaks (yeah, i do)
we in the wraith getting lit (yeah), i had to take off my sneaks (i had to take off my sneaks)
me and bro got no picks (picks, no), we knock ’em down in the three (knock ’em down, then go up)

[verse 2: baby money]
these n*ggas my kids, they wanna sound like me (sound like me)
250 my wrist, that’s a patek phillipe (that’s a patek phillipe)
n*ggas’ use to laugh at me, now they call and ask for g’s
pour up drink and pass the weed, a hundred ‘bows to bag the sheets
so, tell me somethin’
scope on the choppa (choppa) when we slide (slide), you can tell we hunting (tell we hunting)
i know this sh*t all do or die (die), so you can’t tell me nothin’
i got the game from king pens, all the fellas love me
so when the fraud slow down, i got the scammers hustlin’
i put my work in duffels, tsa don’t want no trouble
a half a million got him rich, he just want a double
tell baby girl she ain’t my b*tch, i just wanna f*ck her
the h*llcat a hundred racks, watch me burn the rubber, it’s easy
[chorus: saadi four]
all bad b*tches f*ck with me (f*ck with me)
all the dope boys f*ck with me (yeah)
all the scammers f*ck with me (they f*ck with me)
this sh*t wasn’t no luck with me (this sh*t wasn’t no luck)
told my n*ggas we gon’ ball, you just gotta put ya trust in me (put ya trust in me)
i’m just tryna touch two million, that’s what’s really up to me
patek phillipe, switch up the tray, watch the choppa sweep (choppa, chop, sweep)
you know i had to vanish (baow) and that’s the way that i talk to my freaks (yeah, i do)
we in the wraith getting lit (yeah), i had to take off my sneaks (i had to take off my sneaks)
me and bro got no picks (picks, no), we knock ’em down in the three (knock ’em down, then go up)

[verse 3: saadi four]
you know we pushin’ the p (pushin’ the p), you ain’t even got you a b (you ain’t even got no bodies)
i ain’t gon’ take her to detroit (uh), but i still gave her the d (uh, to detroit)
f*ck her so good she remember me (she remember me), i will not end up a wannabe (a wannabe)
uh, no (no*no), no, i will not end up a wannabe (i will not end up a wannabe)
why in the f*ck would i trust one of these b*tches (woah) when all of b*tches be money eating? (b*tches be money eating)
under twenty*five stepping on them older n*ggas that don’t really want me breathing (they don’t really want me breathing)
l ain’t never gon’ ease, oh nah (nah), i got too many reasons (i got too many reasons)
ballin’ on these n*ggas all 2023, we ain’t just getting even (we ain’t just getting even)

[bridge]
mm*hmm, we up (yeah, we up)
we ain’t just getting even (we ain’t just getting even)
f*ck his b*tch, f*ck his sister and his cousin even (everybody)
watch a n*gga die on the scene (yeah), leave his soul bleeding (leave his soul bleeding)
dior puffer moncler coats, we pop out, it’s a cold season (it’s a cold season)
[chorus: saadi four]
all bad b*tches f*ck with me (yeah)
all the dope boys f*ck with me (all the dope boys)
all the scammers f*ck with me (all the scammers, all the scammers)
this sh*t wasn’t no luck with me (yeah)
told my n*ggas we gon’ ball, you just gotta put ya trust in me (put ya trust in me)
i’m just tryna touch two million, that’s what’s really up to me
patek phillipe (patek phillipe), switch up the tray, watch the choppa sweep (choppa, chop)
you know i had to vanish (vanish) and that’s the way that i talk to my freaks (that’s just the way that i talk)
we in the wraith getting lit (getting lit), i had to take off my sneaks (i had to take off my kicks)
me and bro got no picks (no picks), we knock ’em down in the three (we knock ’em down, yeah, three in a row)

- saadi four baby money

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