Redda WON’T STOP

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[Chorus]
She said I’m crazy, I get crazy, I get crazy
I get crazy money, yeah lil’ baby, not no baby money
No baby, this Mercedes mine
No two-seater, that lil’ baby high
I know you seen when that lil’ baby come in
He seen the Drac’, look like Lil Baby runnin’

[Verse]
Get that money no cap, let’s go
No, I can’t stop, I’ma keep drivin’, no pit stop
Gotta keep flexin’, no criss-cross
Gotta keep flexin’, on Rick Ross
Seen that bread, now she want a tick tock
On the court, bitch I’m like Chris Paul, huh
Get your bitch fucked, I’m like [Chris Pike?], yeah
See the money, get it all, yeah
Get the money, get it, gone, yeah
Lock in, finish strong, yеah
Gotta lock in, do them songs, yeah
She bе lip-lockin’ through the phone, yeah
And she keep watchin’ through the phone, yeah
I don’t want you to see nothin’, baby
'Cause you might see somethin’ that’s gon’ drive you crazy
Money, Perc’, lean, drive me crazy
And I rock Celine when I’m lazy
'Bout to pop a bean, ’cause I’m lazy
Huh, really with the lean, got you hazy
She want Redda, I don’t want you
Huh, we can’t chop, this ain’t kung fu
But I get him chopped like it’s kung fu
Got a big chop, get you gone, fool

[Chorus]
She said I’m crazy, I get crazy, I get crazy
I get crazy money, yeah lil’ baby, not no baby money
No baby, this Mercedes mine
No two-seater, that lil’ baby high
I know you seen when that lil’ baby come in
He seen the Drac’, look like Lil Baby runnin’

[Verse]
Get that money no cap, let’s go
No, I can’t stop, I’ma keep drivin’, no pit stop
Gotta keep flexin’, no criss-cross
Gotta keep flexin’, on Rick Ross
Seen that bread, now she want a tick tock
On the court, bitch I’m like Chris Paul, huh
Get your bitch fucked, I’m like [Chris Pike?], yeah
See the money, get it all, yeah
Get the money, get it, gone, yeah
Lock in, finish strong, yeah
Gotta lock in, do them songs, yeah
She be lip-lockin’ through the phone, yeah
And she keep watchin’ through the phone, yeah
I don’t want you to see nothin’, baby
'Cause you might see somethin’ that’s gon’ drive you crazy
Money, Perc’, lean, drive me crazy
And I rock Celine when I’m lazy
'Bout to pop a bean, ’cause I’m lazy
Huh, really with the lean, got you hazy
She want Redda, I don’t want you
Huh, we can’t chop, this ain’t kung fu
But I get him chopped like it’s kung fu
Got a big chop, get you gone, fool

[Chorus]
She said I’m crazy, I get crazy, I get crazy
I get crazy money, yeah lil’ baby, not no baby money
No baby, this Mercedes mine
No two-seater, that lil’ baby [?]
I know you seen when that lil’ baby come in
He seen the Drac’, look like Lil Baby runnin’