Long Time Comin Baby Money
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[Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Chorus]
It been a long time comin'
I used to perform for five hundred
The niggas that I trust all died on me
We got it out the muscle
I walk inside of Neimans, dime on me
And left up out that bitch, I ain't have nothing
I'm ballin', it's the Ruckers
She try to give it to me, I'ma fuck her
Shootin' all threes, Tom Sheppard, three sisters, five brothers
Why would I go sign for a hundred?
I just stacked a dime for ten months like it's nothing, easy money
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I ain't tryna hear none of that
Coupes in the winter, brought the summer back
Five thousand 'fits twenty times, that's a hundred racks
If we don't hit nothin' when we slide, boy, we comin' back
Chop wood like lumberjacks, them animals the ThunderCats
Thick Cuban links, I'm at Neim', I ain't get nothin' from Saks
It's a grown man game, I get your brother whacked
If all this cheese give me a wish, I'll bring Crumbles back
Four hundred thousand split your fingers, I speak nothin' but facts
Man, let's talk about them five hundred shows, I meant five hundred 'bows
I don't know about yours, nigga, mine gettin' sold
And we talkin' 'bout some bricks when we findin' us some hoes
Nigga matchin' all them prices when you find you a load, easy money
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Chorus]
It been a long time comin'
I used to perform for five hundred
The niggas that I trust all died on me
We got it out the muscle
I walk inside of Neimans, dime on me
And left up out that bitch, I ain't have nothing
I'm ballin', it's the Ruckers
She try to give it to me, I'ma fuck her
Shootin' all threes, Tom Sheppard, three sisters, five brothers
Why would I go sign for a hundred?
I just stacked a dime for ten months like it's nothing, easy money
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I ain't tryna hear none of that
Coupes in the winter, brought the summer back
Five thousand 'fits twenty times, that's a hundred racks
If we don't hit nothin' when we slide, boy, we comin' back
Chop wood like lumberjacks, them animals the ThunderCats
Thick Cuban links, I'm at Neim', I ain't get nothin' from Saks
It's a grown man game, I get your brother whacked
If all this cheese give me a wish, I'll bring Crumbles back
Four hundred thousand split your fingers, I speak nothin' but facts
Man, let's talk about them five hundred shows, I meant five hundred 'bows
I don't know about yours, nigga, mine gettin' sold
And we talkin' 'bout some bricks when we findin' us some hoes
Nigga matchin' all them prices when you find you a load, easy money
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