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drip check - baby money lyrics

[intro]
keep that
no (you weren’t even a cool breeze for my man, taz)
uh, uh, uh, uh

[chorus]
n*gga, it’s a drip check, what the f*ck you got on?
you ain’t got a big check, then stop callin’ my phone
ice on my wrist, neck, it’s on all of my homies
forty on a hundred pack and that’s all i got on it
it’s the money

[verse]
got me dripped down from my head to the floor
watch the drip, it’s rick o, rick o, rick o
n*gga, watch the bl!ck’ blow, the block hot, my b*tch cold
like the police, told her, “freeze,” my b*tch froze
at the crib, put tints on it, came back, she bent over
shoutout to my rich cousin, we been hittin’ hoes together
i put louis on with white lows, dependin’ on the wеather
we gon’ pay a lil’ extra, that’s dеpendin’ on the stepper
who spent four thousand on a jacket, wear it once? n*gga, me
who make her model while she naked, buy her pumps? n*gga, me
who spent two thousand on a fit to go eat lunch? this sh*t was cheap
we walk in the store and i grab everything i want like it was free
i pay eight hundred for my seats, i can wear gucci for a week
her shark boots up to her knee, my baby got on all key
run up a check and jog east, shoot the fire, hit all three
it ain’t one play, we all eat, want somethin’ sweet, go down the street
it’s easy money, dog
[chorus]
n*gga, it’s a drip check, what the f*ck you got on?
you ain’t got a big check, then stop callin’ my phone
ice on my wrist, neck, it’s on all of my homies
forty on a hundred pack and that’s all i got on it
it’s the money

- baby money lyrics

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