bill cosby - baby money lyrics
[intro]
y’all n*ggas in this b*tch doin’ anything
(d*mn, machu, why’d you have to do ’em like that?)
ain’t no hat in me, n*gga
f*ck no cap, no hat
[verse]
young n*gga, old soul, 550, four doors
five n*ggas, four poles ’cause my other n*gga drove
walk your own steps, n*gga, f*ck another n*gga goals
yeah, i got my own b*tch, but i f*ck other n*ggas’ hoes
plus you ain’t never took a trip, boy, that’s another n*gga road
they gon’ think this b*tch strip, i filled the crib up with poles
i really think this b*tch sniff, she always playin’ with her nose
know the difference from a fiend and a b*tch who got a cold
that b*tch think she got my heart, she ain’t even got the code
why the f*ck you buy some wock’ and you ain’t even drop a four?
how the f*ck you got a spot? you can’t еven cap a ’bow
cuban links or diamond links, n*gga, we ain’t rockin’ rope
amiris sag to thе ground, n*gga, i ain’t rockin’ belts
n*gga used to front me cook’, now i’m coppin’ ten myself
now i’m hearin’ it’s a problem, i ain’t sittin’ under them
but the real f*ckin’ problem, they don’t wanna see me win
plus i love pourin’ drank, sh*t, i’m a crack addict
i’m always ridin’ dolo, n*ggas backstabbin’
pull up in front your crib, hear the cat scratchin’
i can show you how to keep it, i’m a stack master
whoever said it wasn’t easy probably never had it
or never did it
lost my brother to the streets, i’m forever with it
i’m out of town every week, i’m forever livin’
i’m still k!llin’ if you runnin’ with him
hop out your bushes, you gon’ be runnin’ with him
keep it a buck, i put a hundred in him
the 550, like who f*ckin’ with him?
n0body, in the passenger, your ho probably
these mcqueens, not foamposites
too many n*ggas got the same watches
me and my n*ggas got the same problems
shoot you n*ggas with the same choppers
it’s 20 crip, n*gga, bang proper
i’m twenty*two with all this sh*t, i might f*ck around and get indicted
call your b*tch like, “we goin’ shoppin'”
every time a conversation pop up, i’m the main topic
we overseas, sh*t, we goin’ coppin’
dropped a perc’ in a cup of wockhardt, this for bill cosby
[outro]
(dropped a perc’ in a cup of wockhardt, this for bill cosby)
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