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A Million Cash Race
Babyface Ray
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(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 faze
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)
Still all glass paid a house for this shit (mmh)
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 (mmh)
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 thesะต beats (life on thesะต)
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)
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