Babyface Ray - Steve Francis lyrics

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 (Uh, uh)
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 McNichols
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 (Nuh uh)
I don't give a fuck about no freaky ho
(You can have her)
I got numbers on the board, man
Who keepin' score?
My youngin just caught his body
'bout a week ago