Mia - Babyface Ray

Aye Babyface, Aye bro…

You know what I want you to do bro?

Take these niggas all the way through my nigga

(Go all the way in on them fuck niggas man)

Non stop

(Non-stop, turn up, c’mon)

Let’s get it

Once a youngin' now I’m thuggin'

Ain’t got time for slugging

Fuck a woman count these hundreds

They a dime a dozen

Mind was fucked up but it was cool

Knew my time was coming

Grind a hundred times a hundred

Ain’t gone stop for nothing

I get fly for nothing

Dolce &Gabbana button

And a bunch of kicks

Like I should do karate on 'em

My bitch lookin' like a Louis bag of money

Her nigga M.I.A

Pockets crammed with money

Run up get bussed down

You pussy ass niggas better duck down

Cause I’m racked up watch bust down

Every bad bitch wanna fuck now

Every other day is a touch down

I used to be down but I’m up now

I’m so high I need to come down

The rims so high I gotta jump down

Y’all little niggas, little niggas

To a nigga like me

You don’t get it like me

Unc just said «it ain’t shit in these streets»

I’m just saying «how a nigga gone eat?»

All these straps how a nigga want beef?

All these racks how a nigga gone sleep?

Throw it on the counter

Till that bitch go beep

Throw it on the gram let a freak ho see

30 minutes later now she in my suite

Poorin' ch&agne, tryna hit my weed

That’s yo bitch?

She ain’t shit

Long story short, everything ain’t what it seems

(Damn)

Niggas aim for you

Slick as oil, I be sippin' oil

Tryna slow me down, I gotta get it

Who gone get it for you?

Bitches wanna fuck the whole clique

Cause they see us ballin'

I see 'em callin, I ignore 'em

Ain’t got nothing for 'em

I’m tryna turn a couple thousand

To a fuckin' fortune

Tryna trade these rims in for a couple Porsches

All my niggas 100, All my bitches gorgeous

If them bitches ain’t Asanti’s

Then them bitches Forgi’s

I’m in a Syracuse mode

Bitch I’m in the zone

Fuck a vacation let’s hit the road

Let me live down the way

Get them bitches sold

I fuck 'em then I leave 'em

Do them bitches bold

Who you niggas think you foolin'?

Man, you niggas hoes

Talk crazy, when that pressure on you

Niggas fold

I be doing what I want

Cause these niggas know

I’ll turn a nigga ghost

Get you niggas gone

It’s still money over bitches

Family over everything

Fuck you other niggas

Everything the same, If I want it

Imma get it

Ain’t shit change

I only fuck with real niggas