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Long Time Comin
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Money
Baby Money
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin McCurtis
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Helluva
Helluva
Producer

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(Helluva made this beat, baby) 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 Bitch, I ain't tryna hear none of that Coupes in the winter, brought the summer back Five thousand 'fits 20 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 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 Two hundreds racks, Amiri cargos, it's 50 in each pocket Switches to my niggas, that gon' keep them niggas wildin' They put bodies on they blickies, so I keep buyin' 'em choppers But I got everything I want, so I keep buyin' my opps Louis to the floor, bitch, I even buy the socks We ain't on the same time, you ain't even got a watch I could cook it in your face or you ain't even gotta watch If you bring it to me soft, I'ma bring it back a rock I'm stayin' out these niggas' way, leanin' back like my pop I ain't even know it, they say I rap just like my pops If you love me like you say you do, get in the car and top me 21 'Vette, all blue, look like a Roxy, easy money 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
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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