Rich Ugly MFs YN Jay (Ft. Babyface Ray)

[Intro: Babyface Ray]
(Enrgy made this one)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
It was all a dream
Turned your back, you ain't say, "Pardon me" (Nah)
Thick Dominican sound like Cardi B (Thick Dominican)
Drunk an eight today, finna fall asleep (For real)
Why you talking money? You ain't gettin' money (Money)
Trackhawk speedin', bendin' corners, got me spillin' muddy (Phew)
My advice, get the bitch from 'round from me if you really love her
Saint Mike, Rich the Kid collab cost a pair of buffies

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
I ain't never heard a rich nigga ever bein' ugly
I ain't never heard a rich nigga ever bein' ugly (Nah)
I ain't never heard a rich nigga ever bein' ugly
'Cause a nigga working day and night, feel like Kid Cudi

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Huh
Threw some water on my— ha, now my wrist flooded
Ayy, Tony threw the oop, I be Tim Duncan
You ain't wanna put in on the bag, but wanna split something
Ah, at the bank, they ask me how I want it, I want big hundreds
White boy want a zip of Coochie Runtz, charge him six hundred
Alright, it's money on the floor, I can't trip on it
Gettin' money with my nigga Quan, that's my rich homie
I just woke up in New York, it was a long night
I just fell asleep, I was high, it was a long flight
Nigga died for tryna be like dog, live your own life
Nigga pulled up with some platinum J's, he got the old Mikes
Bro Saran wrapped it three times, he got the 'bows tight
Four of Wock' in the A&W in my coffee cup
If I put my ice on the ground, it's a hockey puck
Bitch, you can't come over my crib on that sloppy stuff
I don't want you in my background, you can't hype me up
Told a bitch, "Find me on Google, you can type me up"
I ain't never used to go to school, they can't write me up