Testo How Many Times - Baby Money
Testo della canzone How Many Times (Baby Money), tratta dall'album YNOS 2
Flexing
Yeah, go
Fuck the whip, I'm dropping ashes on the red leathers
Threesomes every day, I think I finally found my damn fetish
Left her for another bitch 'cause her head better
She told me she don't need a nigga 'cause her man petty
The plug told me come and win, I think I'm Craig Pettis
First to the third, we ain't givin' out no damn credit
Back on the car, so when I aim, it make my stance better
Grip on the Glock, so when I shoot it, keep my hands steady
Y'all down two, we still spinnin', hope yo' mans ready
Dirty nails never seen my face but my hands in it
If I ain't get on feet myself, then my mans did it
Drop a nigga, put him on the 'Gram, kill the cam, nigga
This ain't no SRT truck, this a Lamb', nigga
Hand on my pistol through my life, I done hammed niggas
Can't talk crazy on the 'Gram and be a family nigga
Work make me wanna cherish money, I used to scam niggas
How many times I told you we was gon' get with you?
How many times I told you we was still spinnin'?
How many times I told you we gon' come and get you?
You got tricked off the streets and end up dyin' with your niggas
How many times I told you we was gon' get rich, bitch?
How many times I told you we gon' be the shit, bitch?
How many times I told you we was still lit?
Don't call my phone about no ho if she made it to my list
I don't know how many times I blew at his ass
I'm quick to slide down a nigga block and shoot at his ass
Got one nigga creepin' at his door and two in the grass
You better not shoot at that nigga legs, you better shoot at his head
Man, I'll slide down, blow the fully
Out the striker 'til the clip on fire
Like a lighter, this murder for hire, or have bro
Catch him in the county, stab him up, Michael Myers
Don't care who bitch it is, I'ma get her if I like her
New Patek on, still I see you stackin' pros
Leave with some hoes, that's just what I do at my shows
Psych, know I'm boostin', man, you know I don't fuck fans
'Cause every time I make twenty thousand, I tuck ten
How many times I told you we was gon' get with you?
How many times I told you we was still spinnin'?
How many times I told you we gon' come and get you?
You got tricked off the streets and end up dyin' with your niggas
How many times I told you we was gon' get rich, bitch?
How many times I told you we gon' be the shit, bitch?
How many times I told you we was still lit?
Don't call my phone about no ho if she made it to my list
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Writer(s): Eddy Cypress Moreno
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