Babyface Ray:

Yeah
It was all a dream
Turned your back you ain’t say “pardon me”
Thick Dominican sound like Cardi B
Drunk an eight today, finna fall asleep
Why you talking money? You ain’t getting money
Track hawk speed (?) bendin corners, got me spillin muddy
My advice: get the bitch from round from me if you really love her
Saint Mike x Rich the Kid collab cost a pair of Buffies

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I ain’t never heard a rich n***a ever bein ugly
I ain’t never heard a rich n***a ever bein ugly
I ain’t never heard a rich n***a ever bein ugly
Cause a n***a working day and night, feel like kid cudi

YN Jay:
HUUUUUUAAAAAHHH
Threw some water on my (hah) now my wrist flooded
Ay, Tony threw the oop, I be Tim Duncan
You ain’t wanna put in on the bag but wanna split something
At the bank they ask me how I want it, I want big hundreds
White boy want a zip of Coochie Runtz, charge him six hundred
It’s money on the floor, I can’t trip on it
Getting money with my n***a Quan, that’s my rich homie
I just woke up in New York, it was a long night
I just fell asleep, I was high, it was a long flight
N***a die for tryna be like dog, live ya own life
N***a pulled up with some platinum J's, he got the old Mikes
Bruh saran wrapped it 3 times he got he bo’s tight
Pour a Wock in the A&Q in my coffee cup
If I put my ice on the ground it’s a hockey puck
Bitch you can’t come over my crib on that sloppy stuff
Ion’t want you on my background, you can’t hype me up
Told a bitch, “Find me on google. You can type me up.”
I ain’t ever used to go to school, they can’t write me up
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Babyface Ray:

Yeah
Hold on
Get the load then I start breakin like Ozone
Brain froze; my shit stuck on money, tryna get more
Bust a nut, all my feelings left; told her get ghost
New Glock got switches like a ‘64
Papered up, them old heads call me big bro
Head shots, I’m squeezin in a bitch throat
Spent $2760 just for this coat
My ??? told me he’ll break it down
Try to snort it all up cause the shit dope
Keep it real n***a, I’d rather die, procrastinating, never try, and just live broke
So you tellin me: all this fuckin money in the world lil boy, you don’t want none?
2 Gs for the treads, I’ma rock them bitches once then them hoes done

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