Babyface Ray - Racks N lyrics

Let's do it, man yeah
Talkin' bout fuck you, man
(Cash Made It) ha
From this point on, man, don't call me
Babyface, nigga, call me Face Mob
You know what I'm sayin'?
Shit like the mafia (Trill niggas)
Niggas know who the fuck we are
Who they can't fuck with
These bitches know the truth (Holler at me)
We comin' through like the Mafia, Army
You heard? (You heard?)
Yeah (yeah)

The money ain't shit to a nigga like me
Supreme white lows, Supreme white tee

I'm a rich junkie, you got a pint clean?
Girl, your ex man, next man nothin' like me
Walk in the club, make a movie
Word to Spike Lee you can never be
Niggas rappin' on my type beats (What?)
Have you ever seen a hundred
G's in some tight jeans?
Motor growling, let me in
Let me hold the liner
On an island, silk shirt and it's new Gabbana
Money, power, I'm a prowler
Wanna fuck a stylist
Got her topless while I'm vibin'
I'm just in here rhymin'
I'm just in here coolin'
Playin' stupid on these niggas
I know what I'm doin'
Niggas ain't really down
They just with the movement
Nigga say he gettin' money, nigga
Where your jewels at?
Certified, I ain't gotta prove it
(Gucci down)
Gucci down, but my bitch in Pucci
(Gucci down)
Forgiats, what the fuck is Rucci? (Forgiats)
A thousand beans stuffed in her

Ayy, I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, get her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, give her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, give her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, give her back then