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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Evan Jarrod Milton
Evan Jarrod Milton
Songwriter
Marcellus Register
Marcellus Register
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sharif
Sharif
Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rachel Blum
Rachel Blum
Assistant Mixing Engineer
SpaceTheWizard
SpaceTheWizard
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(We astronauts with this shit, my ****)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had to tell 'em, like
(I just need my space right now)
Had to draw somethin' down, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
Know that shit
[Verse 1]
I can feel you ain't with me for real
You gon' try to play me crazy if I don't know the business for real
A hurt past, go to church, got his religion and heals
I just saw the pastor daughter walk in, switch into heels
[Verse 2]
It's a crazy world, I'm a ladies' man
Mama's baby boy, daddy's favorite, I promise you that
You gon' hustle these days without homies attached
'Cause they gon' try you 'til you dyin' or a cell block trap
[Verse 3]
I pour a cup, get drowsy, they'll steal from you
Same ones ridin' in your car say they'll kill for you
Before Ghazi, man, my partner had a deal for me
Better percentage, royalties, talkin' real money
[Verse 4]
Yeah, I got a bad cougar, take me out, pay the bill for me
Yeah, bad man out in London with a seal on it
[Verse 5]
Pockets and my stomach gettin' bigger, real simple
I'm an ex-pill dealer, hate these ****, Hilfiger
Yeah, you gon' talk me to death, you gon' cop?
I'm hotboxin' in a foreign with thots, they top-notch
'Fore I let a **** ride with me, ah-ah
Don't touch the door handles on this bitch, they pop out
[Verse 6]
Kitchen got money, no Carters, they not props
My boy say he think they ass be watchin', who not hot?
Who not movin' a bag? Who not used to this cash?
I just woke up out my sleep, just spilled a deuce and a half
[Verse 7]
Spit the truth, so don't ask me
Never seen, ain't heard about 'em though, Face gas me
Ever seen a bitch so fine need her ass beat?
You know I get it early, you look like me last week
Rich **** shit, I come through, don't harass me
Keep it nasty
[Verse 8]
Why that hoe you with, she eyein' me? She yellin', "Pass me"
Alley-oop it to your highness, you know I slimed her
Lately, my life been a movie, go buy a camera
Written by: Babyface Ray, SpaceTheWizard
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