Babyface Ray - Family﹥Money lyrics

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
If you really ballin' for real (Let's do it)
These niggas ain't ballin' for real yeah
Yeah

Real niggas first, family over money
Kingpin dreams, trap house jumping (Trap)
Got my paper right
Now you can't tell me nothing (Nah)
Grind all winter, fuckin' up the summer
Do it big time, might go get a Hummer (yeah)
Even though you lying
Tell me that you love me
If you really ballin'
Buy your bitches somethin'
(If you really ballin')
If you really ballin', buy
Your bitches somethin', nigga

New strand got me working bags
Should be in the booth


Fuck Instagram, won't go out sad
You gotta tell the truth
I play the back and turn my youngins up
Feel like my nigga Shoot
I'm in Miami feelin' homeless, bro
My car ain't got no roof
Five star, sippin', eatin' lobster, big soup
Play with me, we hit the block
Look like we dropped a nuke
Hundred racks, cleared the whole bag
Just ask my nigga Deuce
Man, these streets done taught me everything
I shouldn't have went to school
Firm believer of what you put
In is what you get
Put in work so goddamn long, now I'm lit
Scooped her up in the SVR, then sent a Lyft
Tell my kids, "The world is
Ours, what you want, you can get"
(Got you) tears of joy, I'm grateful
Look how a nigga live
I'm exhausted, check your bags
I ain't got time to reminisce
He say he ain't feeling me
Then I probably hit his bitch
Tell my nigga keep his mask down
And shoot it like he Rip
We ain't doing no attempts
Man, her pussy so good I had to pay her rent
Hope you know that shit around for real
We ain't playing rich
Half a milli' for a townhouse
It's why I'm staying in
Too legit to quit, that shit old
I done did that shit
Man, my neck lit, turn her head
It's The Exorcist
Fucked your bitch good at 8 AM
Let's get some breakfast then
They done gave the wrong boy some money
Know I'm reckless with it
I don't respect these niggas
I don't fuck with 'em
Ones flyin' in that nigga section like
"Fuck niggas"
Drop a bag and freed the old hood, shit
Trump did it
Hit the door, these hoes already
Know we the one, nigga

Real niggas first, family over money
Kingpin dreams, trap house jumping (Jumping)
Got my paper right (yeah)
Now you can't tell me nothing
(Can't tell me nothing) grind all winter
(Grind)
Fuckin' up the summer (Fuckin' up the summer)
Do it big time
(Big) , might go get a Hummer (yeah)
Even though you lying
Tell me that you love me
If you really ballin'
Buy your bitches somethin'
(If you really ballin')
If you really ballin', buy
Your bitches somethin', nigga

Lookin' up, seein' dark clouds
My pain runnin' deep
Adderall, Perky, G6, I been dodging sleep
Can't stop, won't stop
Word to Chris and Neef
Marble Louis dark shades on
Tryna sneak and geek
Shoutout my nigga Goggle
Scorched a house for like a week
Nigga thought I wasn't a wolf until I smiled
He seen the teeth syrup got me slow motion
Ones falling like a leaf
Biography of Face Mob, sayin' it over beats
(For real) say she never had it before
I fucked her on the beach
I had to stop and put my heart away
Looked up and seen a leech
It's probably gon' be RIP if
It's just you and me
I'm like Jesus, food on the table
Let my niggas eat
Demons in my sleep haunt me
Told her ass to leave, yeah
She gon' see it's only one of me rich nigga
Still treating shit like I'm hungry
Talking slick
Caught his ass in public and we stompin' him
(Nigga) designer bags all on the seat
It's hard to see i'm in the industry to get
All the money, look, y'all can beef
I woke up late and got a text from my ho
"You doggin' me" i text her back and told
Her, "Bitch, if I'm broke, you off of me"
(For real)
You know I know the game, I ain't no rookie
Know XXL the same, don't put me on no booklet
Calm down, baby fucked the gang
Ain't trippin' 'bout no pussy
I hit the club, my ex was with a lame
I hope that bitch was looking
If you really ballin', nigga
Where your jewels at?
Know I'm really ballin'
I be smashin' coupes past
You ain't posted in a minute, boy
You must be doing bad
They know Face be in his own
Lane, I'm never choosing sides, nigga

Real niggas first, family over money
Kingpin dreams, trap house jumping (Jumping)
Got my paper right (yeah)
Now you can't tell me nothing
(Can't tell me nothing) grind all winter
(Grind)
Fuckin' up the summer (Fuckin' up the summer)
Do it big time
(Big) , might go get a Hummer (yeah)
Even though you lying
Tell me that you love me
If you really ballin'
Buy your bitches somethin'
(If you really ballin')
If you really ballin', buy
Your bitches somethin', nigga