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get dangerous - baby money lyrics

[intro]
(h*lluva made this beat, baby)

[verse 1]
if it’s beef, n*gga, shoot somethin’
fresh out the crib, i feel like baccarat and new hundreds
brick in my hand, i think it’s dumb i used to move onions
i stand on ten, but my young n*ggas gon’ shoot for me
that china white from overseas, i call that soo*yung
break the perky with my t**th, it got my tooth numb
we score on opps, we treat the beef just like a hoop run
these n*ggas hoes, they see an opp and they don’t do nothin’
i fell in love with the streets, i can’t move on, we go through h*ll first
if all the lights stop working, i bet my scale work
before you make your first million, you gon’ fail first
if you ain’t tryna havе no boss, n*gga, sell work
[chorus]
gave me that papеr, it’s gettin’ dangerous, every day, y’all gettin’ lamer
i’m old*school, you can watch me scr*pe the pot with a hanger
feel like a kid, that’s the reason why my glock got a laser
run up some money, but i swear to god i ran out of favors
i done bought so much land, these n*ggas ran out of acres
make sure the crib ain’t have no neighbors, i think i should run for mayor
these n*ggas lost all they drip, guess they ran out of flavor
all my brothers goin’ crazy, changin’ watches on they babies, easy money

[verse 2]
been through a lot, but they can’t stop us
our beef after hi*point, so we glocked up
the flow slimy, we can’t let a n*gga mop us
we ain’t even see this comin’, it just popped up, yeah
i know some n*ggas mad at me and i’m glad to see
i ball like an athlete, i be cashin’ p’s
my b*tch chain a half a key, you can’t laugh at me
say f*ck the ogs and bust down a masterpiece
a hundred ‘bows of weed, i bet they don’t last a week
a big load, boy, i bet you don’t catch the fee
he say he fast, but i bet he ain’t faster than these
all you can eat and you ain’t even try to pass a piece, easy money

[chorus]
gave me that paper, it’s gettin’ dangerous, every day, y’all gettin’ lamer
i’m old*school, you can watch me scr*pe the pot with a hanger
feel like a kid, that’s the reason why my glock got a laser
run up some money, but i swear to god i ran out of favors
i done bought so much land, these n*ggas ran out of acres
make sure the crib ain’t have no neighbors, i think i should run for mayor
these n*ggas lost all they drip, guess they ran out of flavor
all my brothers goin’ crazy, changin’ watches on they babies, easy money

- baby money lyrics

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