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Baby Money
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Hey yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah GT 63, Rollie cost a sixty-piece It's more than a half a Ticket when you mention me Cut the air on in the foreign Don't let the coupe leak Pop a Perc' and drop an eight Or I get mood swing two watches, two freaks Old chops with new beefs One hood with four streets Got a Sprite full of codeine These niggas scared to come outside I'm singin' MO3 How the fuck he twenty-four and he an OG? I heard Hutch mold your chain The game mold me If I fall off, I got a hundred racks in jeans Quarter in ice All the Rollie diamonds factory I pay him nicest when he shoot He got accuracy My pants a thousand, each pants, nigga Half a G make all them niggas pay higher Since they mad at me Drive 392, 556 make you crash your Jeep And we ridin' with a switch If you fast on feet Any nigga do attempts won't last for a week I cop the VIP in three days I was coppin' a P Put a sixty on your head and Let your mama see you Expensive pain in the beef I'm just copyin' Meek GT 63, Rollie cost a sixty-piece It's more than a half a Ticket when you mention me Cut the air on in the foreign Don't let the coupe leak Pop a Perc' and drop an eight Or I get mood swing two watches, two freaks Old chops with new beefs One hood with four streets Got a Sprite full of codeine These niggas scared to come outside I'm singin' MO3 How the fuck he twenty-four and he an OG? How the fuck he twenty-four and he served me? If God fuck with the work, I'll serve Jesus Enough Amiri in my closet to go serve Neimans I put Mercedes to the side Now we swerve Bimmers I lost my mind for a minute I couldn't even lie I lost my grind for a minute They took my left hand How I'ma shine without my nigga? They took my best friend I would've died with my nigga Suicide tryna get us, we ride V12s See the proof, we get the M's, we like D12 I got the scoop to get they mans Bring me details A hypebeast, I paid ten instead of retail Run up they block, 40 in hand like I'm Ezal GT 63, Rollie cost a sixty-piece It's more than a half a Ticket when you mention me Cut the air on in the foreign Don't let the coupe leak Pop a Perc' and drop an eight Or I get mood swing two watches, two freaks Old chops with new beefs One hood with four streets Got a Sprite full of codeine These niggas scared to come outside I'm singin' MO3 How the fuck he twenty-four and he an OG?