Lil Baby - December 24th (Money, Diamonds & Violence) lyrics
Lil Baby [Dominique Armani Jones] 4PF [Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Lil Baby - December 24th Money, Diamonds & Violence lyrics]
I ain't gone tell them to blow
All they money on no jewelry
You see that house yo momma live in
I'm tryna buy that bitch
You see him postin' on the gram
But he ain't buyin' shit
A few pics and videos could
Have the world tricked
A few racks, a new bag could get yo girl hit
It's real crazy man this world
That we live in they like, "All he talk
About is money, diamonds, violence"
But I'm really preaching 'bout what's
Going on around me
And they really picked up my
Brother up for a body
And that other shit that happened
I don't know about it
I handle it when it happen
That's how I go about it
Better stand up on your word
Don't be no hoe about it
My lil' woadie gotta shotty
He be slammin' shit like Jordan
Turn my phone off when it's murder
That ho Siri won't record me
Had to post up with no coat when
It was cold but it was working
Ain't no holiday
Ain't no birthday when that pack
Came we be working
I don't care if he be robbin'
He got money we gone serve him
I don't question god
I feel like if it's dead he deserved it
Took my life out the streets
Put it on beats, guess that's my purpose
Keep it real on every song I'm on
I'm guessing that's my purpose
All they money on no jewelry
You see that house yo momma live in
I'm tryna buy that bitch
You see him postin' on the gram
But he ain't buyin' shit
A few pics and videos could
Have the world tricked
A few racks, a new bag could get yo girl hit
It's real crazy man this world
That we live in they like, "All he talk
About is money, diamonds, violence"
But I'm really preaching 'bout what's
Going on around me
And they really picked up my
Brother up for a body
And that other shit that happened
I don't know about it
I handle it when it happen
That's how I go about it
Better stand up on your word
Don't be no hoe about it
My lil' woadie gotta shotty
He be slammin' shit like Jordan
Turn my phone off when it's murder
That ho Siri won't record me
Had to post up with no coat when
It was cold but it was working
Ain't no holiday
Ain't no birthday when that pack
Came we be working
I don't care if he be robbin'
He got money we gone serve him
I don't question god
I feel like if it's dead he deserved it
Took my life out the streets
Put it on beats, guess that's my purpose
Keep it real on every song I'm on
I'm guessing that's my purpose