Facetime (But of Course) - Alley Boy

When I came out I got the thing out

They ran but got a call

You got a Jag, I want a Porsche

Cleaned down with the windows washed

Ten bricks and a hundred coils

Bad bitch she can win awards

Ain’t shit if you can’t afford

When you feeling Hollywood is yours

On riding in prada

With yo Red Bottom

We’ll know when the heat dropping

See these niggas they ain’t got em

With the trapping no flexing

Hulla quite gotta move back to texas

That’s yo main bitch on my facetime

Saying black niggas sexy

WHole lotta fuck niggas at me

When I get through they gon' at me

Turn around on me, four pound on me

For these fuck niggas acting

Visionary no distracting

In yellow gold or platinum

Hundred dollar, got this hoe blondies

Got a nigga wanna snatch them

Money never made me but the bricks on standby

Pistol on my side nigga, in my pocket it’s a land mine

Hele boy laying low

Thirty year crime boss

What we gon' take to the grave nigga

Watch out niggas, ass off

Money, pussy, nigga we got it

But a raw nigga, four house

With them drop down and go bout it

Got dough for me, in the lobby

These shooters on call

These riders run everything

Bills fold up

We just ran out the wheels shawty

We ain’t too slow

We done move up the code game

Placetas no more

Now we playing with that other thing