Steve Francis - Babyface Ray

I got all this fuckin' codeine, man

Cocaine with the building, ayy

I’m about to take off like a rocket

These ain’t Tylenol, these big poppin', that’s a half a rocket

Fuck the drama, all my niggas wildin'

I don’t need no stylist

You want these?

You gon' need a thousand

We can link up in the Hills, I’ma bring a thousand

Shit got, but we pulled four hundred G’s up out it

I can’t do this shit forever

Tell that lil' broke bitch get her shit together

She came and fucked me since you told her to do better

Bought that bitch some shoes, she my Cinderella

Work soft as leather

I ain’t workin' for nobody, I’m a boss forever

Boy, you still ain’t got no money, gon' be lost forever

.223's big as chalk, it’ll chalk whoever

Niggas get advances, get to actin' like they had the bag

Dawg’s shit bulgin', pants draggin', thought I had the MAC

Dogshit Records, real talk, we’ll sign you guys

You sold your soul to the devil, I am not surprised

Fucked up, I can tell by your decision

Pray to Ben Frank, nigga, gettin' money my religion

Black Hellcat, nigga, I ain’t superstitious

Spin that motherfucker on Mack Nickels in the trenches

In the trap eatin' trap kitchen

This ain’t PETA café, we got wrapped chickens

I hit a lick on my plug, I got back, nigga

I don’t wanna do no song with you cap niggas

We all players in the game but our stats different

You on the bench, lil' nigga

I hope you ain’t trippin' 'bout a bitch, is you, nigga?

Catch him down bad, put the clip in you, huh, yeah

We ain’t playin' fair no more

I don’t give a fuck about no freaky ho

I got numbers on the board, man, who keepin' score

My youngin just caught his body 'bout a week ago