Baby Money - Get Dangerous lyrics

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

If it's beef, nigga, 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 niggas gon' shoot for me
That china white from overseas
I call that Soo-Yung
Break the Perky with my teeth
It got my tooth numb we score on opps
We treat the beef just like a hoop run
These niggas 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 hell 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, nigga
Sell work

Gave me that papеr, it's
Gettin' dangerous, every day
Y'all gettin' lamer i'm old-school
You can watch me scrape 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 niggas ran out of acres
Make sure the crib ain't have no neighbors
I think I should run for mayor
These niggas lost all they drip
Guess they ran out of flavor
All my brothers goin' crazy, changin'
Watches on they babies, easy money

Been through a lot, but they can't stop us
Our beef at the high point, so we Glocked up
The flow slimy, we can't let a nigga mop us
We ain't even see this comin'
It just popped up, yeah
I know some niggas mad at me
And I'm glad to see
I ball like an athlete, I be cashin' P's
My bitch chain a half a key
You can't laugh at me
Say fuck 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
You 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

Gave me that paper, it's
Gettin' dangerous, every day
Y'all gettin' lamer i'm old-school
You can watch me scrape 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 niggas ran out of acres
Make sure the crib ain't have no neighbors
I think I should run for mayor
These niggas lost all they drip
Guess they ran out of flavor
All my brothers goin' crazy, changin'
Watches on they babies, easy money