Babyface Ray - A Million Cash Race lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Babyface Ray - A Million Cash Race lyrics]
(Damjonboi)
Yeah
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Yeah, perks got me itching
Palms itchin', palms itchin', I'm finna-
Yeah, ayy
A million cash race, I was in last place
Get off your ass, Ray, get in your bag, Face
Psh, ayy
How you want some money
(Hah) , but don't want no hussle? (Yeah)
It won't hurt to love you
(How?) , you ain't with us fuckin'
Yeah, uh
I get my own money, pull my own stunts (Huh)
Psh, yeah
You don't know the half of this shit
(Uh, uh)
[?] paid a house for this shit (Mm)
Couldn't leave if I wanted 'cause
I'm tied to this shit
(Ok)
Good pussy, pretty face
But I'm tired of that
(I'm straight)
Bitch, ayy, poured a line and I sip (Mm)
What I fuck off in a
Week you'd sign for that
(Wow)
I'd be lyin' if I told you
I ain't grind for this shit
(Had to grind, nigga)
I almost lost my mind, boutta trip
(I lost my mind, nigga)
I almost lost my life in the streets (Man)
I be barely rappin'
Put my life on these beats
(Life on these)
Nigga, I'll fuck your mama
Put that money on your niece
(Yeah)
Put that money up
I put my team on so we can eat
(Yeah)
Like it was VLONE
I'll put your friends on a tee
(Yeah)
Before I rocked a watch I had
Rubber bands up my sleeve
(Facts)
Ridin' 'round
Shoppin' tryna cop before I leave
(What you got?)
Which one of y'all got me if I need it?
(Ayy, who I got?)
Pullin' knife wounds out my back
That's why I'm bleedin'
Stepped in the booth and let my soul bleed
Wish I could sing it
(Shoo)
Man, these niggas playin' foul
I can't believe it
(Wow)
Before I cut her off I killed the pussy
Now she grievin'
(Woo-wee)
Look how that money had you niggas greedy
All that pride got you scared
To say you broke
I see you leavin'
(Shh)
I seen my nigga in the casket
Looked up I seen a demon
(Ayy)
How you gangsta, but you never seem to feel
Willie Beamon
(Ok)
I slept poolside, three bitches drunk
Must be dreamin'
(Drunk)
Crew side, two pieces bust, I'm a Neiman
Got it all
And this shit bigger than a book
And you can't read it
(Uh, uh)
Man, my palms itching for that fuckin'
Money, 'cause I need it
Nigga
(Yeah)
Yeah
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Yeah, perks got me itching
Palms itchin', palms itchin', I'm finna-
Yeah, ayy
A million cash race, I was in last place
Get off your ass, Ray, get in your bag, Face
Psh, ayy
How you want some money
(Hah) , but don't want no hussle? (Yeah)
It won't hurt to love you
(How?) , you ain't with us fuckin'
Yeah, uh
I get my own money, pull my own stunts (Huh)
Psh, yeah
You don't know the half of this shit
(Uh, uh)
[?] paid a house for this shit (Mm)
Couldn't leave if I wanted 'cause
I'm tied to this shit
(Ok)
Good pussy, pretty face
But I'm tired of that
(I'm straight)
Bitch, ayy, poured a line and I sip (Mm)
What I fuck off in a
Week you'd sign for that
(Wow)
I'd be lyin' if I told you
I ain't grind for this shit
(Had to grind, nigga)
I almost lost my mind, boutta trip
(I lost my mind, nigga)
I almost lost my life in the streets (Man)
I be barely rappin'
Put my life on these beats
(Life on these)
Nigga, I'll fuck your mama
Put that money on your niece
(Yeah)
Put that money up
I put my team on so we can eat
(Yeah)
Like it was VLONE
I'll put your friends on a tee
(Yeah)
Before I rocked a watch I had
Rubber bands up my sleeve
(Facts)
Ridin' 'round
Shoppin' tryna cop before I leave
(What you got?)
Which one of y'all got me if I need it?
(Ayy, who I got?)
Pullin' knife wounds out my back
That's why I'm bleedin'
Stepped in the booth and let my soul bleed
Wish I could sing it
(Shoo)
Man, these niggas playin' foul
I can't believe it
(Wow)
Before I cut her off I killed the pussy
Now she grievin'
(Woo-wee)
Look how that money had you niggas greedy
All that pride got you scared
To say you broke
I see you leavin'
(Shh)
I seen my nigga in the casket
Looked up I seen a demon
(Ayy)
How you gangsta, but you never seem to feel
Willie Beamon
(Ok)
I slept poolside, three bitches drunk
Must be dreamin'
(Drunk)
Crew side, two pieces bust, I'm a Neiman
Got it all
And this shit bigger than a book
And you can't read it
(Uh, uh)
Man, my palms itching for that fuckin'
Money, 'cause I need it
Nigga
(Yeah)