Baby Money – Hardest Eva

Baby Money – Hardest Eva Lyrics

Artist: Baby Money
Song: Hardest Eva

Yeah, Easy Money Gang, we the hardest ever
Seen some n***as change, we started together
I used to rock a jubilee, now the Carti’ baguetted
B*t*h, I couldn’t get a job ’cause I’m a f**kin’ felon

Yeah, yeah, ayy, that money changed my life, I bought chains and ice
You kill him by the morning, you get paid tonight
The pandemic f**ked up, but it saved my life
I poured a pint at 12 o’clock and still made my flight

I put a bag in your hand, n***a better not lose it
The plug put ’em on you when you runnin’ through ’em
I do a hundrеd in a week, n***a, it’s nothin’ to it
Y’all Glocks keep jammin’ ’cause n***as never usе ’em

These n***as fall in love, I’d rather fall in Louis
I’m spendin’ all the dubs, tuckin’ all the blueys
He never caught a body, that’s who they call their shooter
I only rock Amiri, I ain’t rockin’ Nudie

Easy Money Gang, we the hardest ever
Seen some n***as change, we started together
I used to rock a jubilee, now the Carti’ baguetted
B*t*h, I couldn’t get a job ’cause I’m a f**kin’ felon

B*t*h, I couldn’t get a job ’cause I’m a f**kin’ felon
I used to rock a jubilee, now the Carti’ baguetted
Yeah, ain’t no cheatin’ on my b*t*h, we gon’ f**k ’em together
They caught me reachin’ on my stick, I’ll bust it wherever

He say I’m beatin’ on his b*t*h, it was nothin’ but pleasure
Been puttin’ pressure on the opps, now they comin’ together
Taurus, FNs, and chops, we got 40s with ladders
I make it rain on the opps, now they under the weather

She do her thing on the d**k, she can get a Chanely
It’s four sticks in this whip, but everybody felon
Cartis, Patek, APs, I rock three different prezis
It’s thirty ‘bows in the air, I need three different addys

A quarter million in the bed, I need another mattress
It’s Bloods and Crips in this room, but everybody family
Yeah, Easy Money Gang, we the hardest ever
Seen some n***as change, we started together

I used to rock a jubilee, now the Carti’ baguetted
B*t*h, I couldn’t get a job ’cause I’m a f**kin’ felon
B*t*h, I couldn’t get a job ’cause I’m a f**kin’ felon
I used to rock a jubilee, now the Carti’ baguetted
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From the album:
Young N***a Old Soul (Deluxe) [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021