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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcellus Register
Marcellus Register
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pooh Beatz
Pooh Beatz
Producer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Cezar Barretto
Cezar Barretto
Assistant Mixing Engineer
4amjuno
4amjuno
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Put the bullshit aside
Still running around with some wild ****
Hop out foreigns with the fye
Say she love a ****, she ain't even mines, why you blowing up my line?
Need a passport, got a bankroll, take a dime to Dubai
**** dirty, thinking that they slime
Couple dollars, send him up to God
Met a plug, send 'em all to me
You ain't ready, get from out the street
I've been being reckless with the munyun, you would think I'm Mr. Beast
Like it's Zeus network, I'm an expert, who hit baddies more than me?
Five G's for the vintage tee
[Verse 2]
Can't waste my time, way too precious, I'm rocking a Patek
I'm back outside, swervin' through lanes, three hunnid in traffic
Real **** stand up, bitch **** fold up
Getting this money, I made it a habit
I turn the studio into the new strip club spot, going up, me in a pool in Atlanta
**** try to cross me, that's when he lost me
I do a bitch **** dirty like Fanta
This bitch sick 'cause she know she can't find another **** like me
Gotta lower her standards
Dior on my body, Dior my bitch, on my kids, I treat this shit like pajamas
Know that I'm turnt, play with this, shit get burnt
Light a **** on fire like candles
[Chorus]
These **** been watching my page again
Ain't getting no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with yo' kids
You get enough money, come build you a crib
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge
I'm telling the truth, he think it's a diss
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick
[Chorus]
These **** been watching my page again
Ain't getting no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with yo' kids
You get enough money, come build you a crib
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge
I'm telling the truth, he think it's a diss
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick
[Verse 3]
Might blow a zip on the way to the sticks
Run through a load and come back with the chips
What is security? Got mine on my hip
Feeling like Madden, I send 'em they hit
You cum in that bitch, sent her pussy through text
You cuffing that bitch and she fell in my hands
I fucked that bitch once and let brody hit next
[Verse 4]
How you want to tell me what's your plans
We should do some shopping in Japan
Let see who run out of rubber bands
I've been searching for a pint of red
Sneakers cost more than a case
Spend enough, I'll get 'em to your state
Flashing racks, I use this shit as bait
I done watch the love turn to hate
[Verse 5]
Seen the ones I love turn on me
Bullets hit him, oh, it burn, don't it?
Pull up, Maybach truck up to a Coney
In the trenches blowing Cali, yeah
In the trenches smoking California
When you hit the top, this shit get lonely
When you hit the top, the body fall
[Chorus]
These **** been watching my page again
Ain't getting no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with yo' kids
You get enough money, come build you a crib
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge
I'm telling the truth, he think it's a diss
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick
[Chorus]
These **** been watching my page again
Ain't getting no money, don't say that we twins
Don't play with the MOB, go play with yo' kids
You get enough money, come build you a crib
I'm not a role model, got lean in the fridge
I'm telling the truth, he think it's a diss
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick
Written by: Marcellus Rayvon Register
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