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chances make champions - baby money lyrics

[intro]
you gon’ bleed next
talking tough, you gon’ bleed next
i’m talking big sh*t, bs
go, go, go

[verse]
i know you miss your best friend, you gon’ bleed next
i’m talking big sh*t, you hear me saying bs
you can’t do no fake sh*t and wanna be blessed
you tryna make it through the summer, here go three steps
rule number one, keep a gun, f*ck the fun
rule number two, f*ck the fun, keep a gun
rule number three, never run, you gotta gun
keep two clips just in case you drop one
n*gga, leave ’em wet, she took my soul, i needed that
birds in the crib, every man need a pet
money show itself, n*gga, i don’t need to flex
i treat ’em like queens, i got a b*tch from bx
a white t*shirt, that b*tch a 3x
ninety thousand cash, but the pros was thirty racks
bro charged me twenty, took the risk to get it back
i stretched it out using my son’s similac
i’m f*cked up
i been catching crazy plays, i lucked up
she said her man goin’ to school to be a cop, she cuffed up
the broke n*ggas be the loudest, this ’bout money, hush up
if you can’t up a dollar right now, shut the f*ck up
chances make champions, champions, they took chances
real trap spots, these houses look abandoned
more drums than the band did, they can’t stand it
easy money international, i got my fans lit
watch me take a n*gga b*tch without sayin’ sh*t
watch me sell the whole bag that i land with
watch he hide from the smoke and get his mans hit
yeah, i knew i’d be rich, sh*t, i planned it

- baby money lyrics

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