Lil Baby – How Lyrics

M-M-M-Murda

Runnin’ up this money been a freeze (Phew)
Flew her and she f— me ’till she bleed (Uh)
She done fell in love, I’m sellin’ dreams
I done fell in love with buyin’ jeans (Jeans)
And I found a love for sippin’ lean
Car got faster than a demon
New G-Wagon with no key
Put baguettes in my AP
I ain’t on playin’ on my debit
N—– know I play for keeps
Treat my brothers like they me
Had to make myself a boss it ain’t no n—- workin’ me
I invest a couple mil’ and let my money work for me
Know they hate the way it happened, probably somewhere cursin’ me
I don’t know nothing ’bout no killin’, all I know is murder beats
I got rich and understand my next three cars is gon’ be a lease
I ain’t never losin’ sleep about no beef, I roll in peace
I put diamonds in my teeth
Came from grindin’ in the streets
Get a load and break it down and sell it all and then repeat it
Pray to God for all the dawgs, man all them need their freedom
When I be on TV and perform, I hope they see me
Once it’s up it’s stuck, we get over on n—– not get even
Forgiatto rims on my dually I rock diesel
Only rock Amiris with my team not no Diesel
Got some n—– up in Philly play with birds like they eagle
She keep sayin’ I’m the man and she boostin’ up my ego
Still in Atlanta sellin’ bags like they [?], I’m just sayin’ (Yeah)

How you tryna run up with the wave and surf it?
Gave ’em all the drip, a n—- still actin’ thirsty
I ain’t even counted up, you see what I’m worth yet
All I know is put it up and keep on workin’
I can’t even hold you, I been gettin’ loaded
The devil on my shoulders
Girl I got my bag so I keep on rollin’, yeah

Droptop McLaren, ooh
Everybody starin’ (Lookin’)
Comin’ from the hood, turned into the man
Get a lot of money
Try to stuff it in my pant
How I do the walk, walk
N—- I’m dancin’
Rings on my hand, cost a fortune
Shout out to my momma, no abortion (What’s up?)
D-Boy, white Air Forces, different kinda bags, I got choice
And I got the swag for a loyal ticket
Think I’m hearin’ voices in my head sayin’ “Kill him”
Know she’ll forgive me, I’m one of the real ones
Really from the trenches turn a dollar to a nickel
Baddest of the baddest, guess I got a way to pick ’em
Tries then we smash ’em, then they go to play victim (Kill ’em)
I don’t know what happened all I know is he got hit up
I’ma need a napkin change, drippin’ VV’s lit up
I’ma get the money and go hard long as I get up (Get up)
We be gon’ beat the trial, I told the brother do some sit-ups (Push up)
Win-win-win, no losin’ no I never give up (Nah)
N—- what you bangin’? What you claimin’? Throw that this up (4 Baby)

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