a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

facetime - ricky styles lyrics

[chorus: wholovemoney]
countin’ money when i facetime your b-tch, huh
countin’ money when i facetime your b-tch, huh
money phone when i facetime your b-tch, huh
she comin’ home when i facetime your b-tch, huh
countin’ money when i facetime your b-tch, huh
countin’ money when i facetime your b-tch, huh
money phone when i facetime your b-tch, huh
she comin’ home when i facetime your b-tch, huh

[verse 1: ricky styles]
countin’ money when i facetime your b-tch, huh
you wonder why she ain’t call you in weeks, huh
you at home, late night, you can’t sleep, huh
i’m in the club, lookin’ for a freak, huh
you the type of n-gga would try to creep, huh
i’m the type of n-gga would try to shoot, huh
i’m a beast, i’m a dog, yeah a kujo
pulled up, four hoes in a two door
pinky ring bling blaow, yeah bling blaow
facetime with your ho, count a few thou
yeah i got a green pile and a blue pile
(yeah i got a green pile and a blue pile)

[verse 2: wholovemoney]
on the phone with your b-tch, i got bands ho
i’m getting money, broke b-tch i can’t stand those
always keep that strap, yeah i’m rambo
run it up, play a b-tch like a banjo
f-ck around, you get lit like a candle
up the chopper at his face and my man blow
i’ma spend it, got paper, i blow that
i’m the realest around and you know that
i’m just sayin’, i’m just sayin’, why you playin’ ho?
i got plans ho, and i’m tryna f-ck your friends ho
don’t understand ho, i been winnin’, i’m the man ho
i get the bands ho, and i’ma throw it on the ghetto

[verse 3: yung gunna]
facetime your b-tch, count up my chips
sliding off in the foreigns, i keep thirty off in the stick
blowin’ up my line, tryna blow up on my d-ck
that’s your baby mama but she runnin’ through the clique, ooh
you be soft up on a b-tch bro
we don’t never love ’em, we just take ’em for the chips though
stevie on the camera with the d-ck playin’ limbo
you be on some sucker cuffin’ sh-t like ten-four
puffin’ h-lla loud, off the cookie, blowin’ indo
player sh-t, this the squad n-gga, kinfolk
disrespect the mob, have you hangin’ out the window
n-gga only mad she facetimed me in the benzo, it’s gunna

- ricky styles lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular