Babyface Ray - Better Days lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Babyface Ray - Better Days lyrics]
(David Wesson)
Where your chips at? I heard you get that
Secure the bag and then I flip that
You know I'm with that
They always ask me where my cup at
They know I sip that
I pop a Perc' just like a Tic Tac
Come get your bitch back, yeah
I told me baby, I don't want nothing
Just pray for me
And when my money go, she gon' go
She ain't gon' wait for me
If you ain't got it, you
Ain't never getting it, it's too late to be
Running 'round like you run the bands, man
Get away from me
Running 'round like I run the town
I made a way for us
Niggas act like they been sipping
You ain't waste enough
Chasing money, never chasing bitches
They be chasing us
Bring my scale, I don't trust these niggas
Let me weigh it up
Counting up, you be laying up
Got your bae with us
Red and yellow, mix it in one pot
That's Hi Tech and Tuss'
For them dead Pres', might hijack the bus
All my friends are dead
Lil Uzi in my jacket tucked
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
It gotta be better ways
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
I run with the heavyweights
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
It gotta be better ways
I'm praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days, I
Run with the heavyweights, nigga
I run with the heavyweights
Pay what they never pay
Made a vow not to sell my soul
Just let me in Heaven gates
Two phones, working like Kevin
Gates, what we got, they can't separate
In new shit but forever late
Married cash on the wedding date
Exclusive kicks that you never saw
That I never laced
Exotic cars that you never drove
When the weather break when I get stressed
I just go to Saks just to meditate
I learned a trick
Bro, don't lock your blessings
Two bad hoes in my section
I sell dope, my confession, in that bag
I invest it man, your main ho is messy
Took a pic' in my necklace
Gave this dick to your bestie
Stuck in my ways, i can't help it
Made a better way with the music
They told me to use it
If you catch me and I'm counting up
That's cause it's therapeutic
Just snatched a new crib in
Your boy undisputed
They ain't know that I be going through
It, I be getting to it, nigga
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
It gotta be better ways
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
I run with the heavyweights
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
It gotta be better ways
I'm praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days, I
Run with the heavyweights, nigga
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
It gotta be better ways
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
I run with the heavyweights
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
It gotta be better ways
I'm praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days, I
Run with the heavyweights, nigga
Where your chips at? I heard you get that
Secure the bag and then I flip that
You know I'm with that
They always ask me where my cup at
They know I sip that
I pop a Perc' just like a Tic Tac
Come get your bitch back, yeah
I told me baby, I don't want nothing
Just pray for me
And when my money go, she gon' go
She ain't gon' wait for me
If you ain't got it, you
Ain't never getting it, it's too late to be
Running 'round like you run the bands, man
Get away from me
Running 'round like I run the town
I made a way for us
Niggas act like they been sipping
You ain't waste enough
Chasing money, never chasing bitches
They be chasing us
Bring my scale, I don't trust these niggas
Let me weigh it up
Counting up, you be laying up
Got your bae with us
Red and yellow, mix it in one pot
That's Hi Tech and Tuss'
For them dead Pres', might hijack the bus
All my friends are dead
Lil Uzi in my jacket tucked
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
It gotta be better ways
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
I run with the heavyweights
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
It gotta be better ways
I'm praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days, I
Run with the heavyweights, nigga
I run with the heavyweights
Pay what they never pay
Made a vow not to sell my soul
Just let me in Heaven gates
Two phones, working like Kevin
Gates, what we got, they can't separate
In new shit but forever late
Married cash on the wedding date
Exclusive kicks that you never saw
That I never laced
Exotic cars that you never drove
When the weather break when I get stressed
I just go to Saks just to meditate
I learned a trick
Bro, don't lock your blessings
Two bad hoes in my section
I sell dope, my confession, in that bag
I invest it man, your main ho is messy
Took a pic' in my necklace
Gave this dick to your bestie
Stuck in my ways, i can't help it
Made a better way with the music
They told me to use it
If you catch me and I'm counting up
That's cause it's therapeutic
Just snatched a new crib in
Your boy undisputed
They ain't know that I be going through
It, I be getting to it, nigga
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
It gotta be better ways
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
I run with the heavyweights
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
It gotta be better ways
I'm praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days, I
Run with the heavyweights, nigga
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
It gotta be better ways
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
I run with the heavyweights
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days
It gotta be better ways
I'm praying for better days
Praying for better days
Praying for better days, I
Run with the heavyweights, nigga