Mob Babyface Ray

[Intro]
You know what I'm sayin', baby? (Okay, KMoney)
We vibin' and shit, man
Don't get it fucked up though
Could never be that
Could never be that, man
Yeah
Ayy

[Verse 1]
I don't want you, I just wanna fuck you (Yeah), let your nigga love you
You on me 'cause I'm gettin' money, that's all you gettin' from me (That's all)
She just wanna rock your chain just because your pendant flooded
Pray to God I make it off this shit 'cause all my niggas hustle (I got to)
Niggas sending shots, but they don't never come direct (Never)
I'm in the Rafs without the laces, but it's shoestrings on my TEC
I keep that Styro' in my right, but I spilled blue cheese on my left
A hundred grams, it's fresh off the press, it's two G's on my belt (Yeah)
I'm exhausted, I'm fresh off the road, man, groupies give me sex (Come on)
I'm a boss, don't let 'em lie, they might confuse me with the help (They might)
Man, I'm cut from a different cloth
Yeah, I be drippin' sauce (Yeah)
I might have to sit and map it out because these niggas lost
Advise you not to piss me off
One call and I can get you chalked (Hello?)
Do it on my own 'cause niggas snitchin', that's what get you caught
I had a talk with God, gave me the torch and I'ma never change
I had a talk with bro like, "What's a profit?" We press everything