ms - babyface ray lyrics
[verse 1: philthy rich]
i say slide through the d, with all this ice on my neck
i ain’t met a rapper yet who slid through and did that
b*tch i hit the hussin’, then i hit somerset
then i hit [?], and yeah, i f*cked up a check
them hoes know my name, the dj spinning my record
a lotta drug sales and prison case on my record
300 thou’ on me, b*tch, and not a dollar less
tell them let me pull up on them with a diamond tester
now ion’ know [?] but i know that he finessing
your neck turning green, b*tch, i hope you learned your lesson
i bought my son a pair of buffs, he only 11
when i first met my pops, i was only 11
thеm suckas knocked me down, i told my b*tch to f*ck my n*gga
just take carе of my kids, b*tch, and please, don’t forget me
send my pain away, this syrup f*cking with my kidney
praying to my lord about my sins, hope he forgive me
it’s philthy
[chorus: babyface ray]
point me to the real, look everybody hating
hundred n*ggas selling drugs, who gon’ really make it?
i’m out here looking for a plug, i know he ain’t waiting
you can tell we ’bout this money, you know we ain’t playing
you can tell we ’bout this money, you know we ain’t playing
i’m tryna die rich, i’m tryna be the man
what’s team without a plan? i ain’t the only man
tell me what i gotta do to get a couple m’s?
[verse 2: babyface ray]
smooth opperator, drug opperations
got me feeling like a martion, all these drugs that i’ve been taking
i’m a motherf*cking monster, i’m a thug, don’t mistake me
for no motherf*cking rapper, all these gangstas, they be playing
mama said i’m always flexin
ain’t got no time to be worried ’bout the next man
i’m ’bout to marey that money, need a best man
and i’ma tell it how it is, f*ck a yes man
they wearing fake rolexes, man, these n*ggas petty
being broke, that sh*t depressing
i done learned my lesson
counting money, counting blessings
let’s be rich forever
told my n*ggas stick together, stay down, it get better
i’ll never let up, i got money to get
might go give bae a roley, just to stunt with my b*tch
say that money get her wet, i let her thumb through the chips
these n*ggas hating, really fans, tell them get off my d*ck
[chorus: babyface ray]
point me to the real, look everybody hating
hundred n*ggas selling drugs, who gon’ really make it?
i’m out here looking for a plug, i know he ain’t waiting
you can tell we ’bout this money, you know we ain’t playing
you can tell we ’bout this money, you know we ain’t playing
i’m tryna die rich, i’m tryna be the man
what’s team without a plan? i ain’t the only man
tell me what i gotta do to get a couple m’s?
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