[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Yeah (Whitehouse shit, nigga, Whitehouse, Volume 1)
Yeah (Fuck you mean, nigga?)
I got a deuce in my Canada Dry, bitch
[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
More money, more problems. I ain't trippin', I can solve 'em
I ain't trippin' 'bout no bitch, she was suckin', I was noddin'
First goal a hundred thousand, second goal a half a ticket
So much traffic at the highrise, the boy done got evicted
I don't even feel comfortable if I ain't got the blicky
Man, my bag a lil' bigger, so the boy a lil' picky
I got word through the grapevine these niggas tryna stick me
And I don't blame 'em 'cause it's dog shit on me and niggas finished
Nigga tried to match a line with me, I'm offended
Half a line on a bad bitch pussy, let me lick it
Ooh, that nigga ignorant, don't got no manners in him
How you get the ball and turn it over, where your handles, nigga?
I can't even lie, free the Don, I did some scamming with her
Switch to the orange, when it's done, shoot to Atlanta with it
Switch to the town where it's fifty, did some damage in it
Comfort got too hot, goin' to the Hampton with it
I'll take the bird, remix and stamp them bitches
Money on your head, my young dog going camping with it
Freak bitch gave me a headshot, man, I'm breathing different
And if a nigga leave the game, would they love a nigga? (I don't know)
Moved in with the plug, I was thuggin' with him (My nigga)
Bag in your car the only way that I'm druggin' bitches (The only way)
Niggas out here buying expensive jeans with no money in 'em (What?)
Loose Cannon give me shit for free, I spend money with him (That's my guy)
Yeah (Whitehouse shit, nigga, Whitehouse, Volume 1)
Yeah (Fuck you mean, nigga?)
I got a deuce in my Canada Dry, bitch
[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
More money, more problems. I ain't trippin', I can solve 'em
I ain't trippin' 'bout no bitch, she was suckin', I was noddin'
First goal a hundred thousand, second goal a half a ticket
So much traffic at the highrise, the boy done got evicted
I don't even feel comfortable if I ain't got the blicky
Man, my bag a lil' bigger, so the boy a lil' picky
I got word through the grapevine these niggas tryna stick me
And I don't blame 'em 'cause it's dog shit on me and niggas finished
Nigga tried to match a line with me, I'm offended
Half a line on a bad bitch pussy, let me lick it
Ooh, that nigga ignorant, don't got no manners in him
How you get the ball and turn it over, where your handles, nigga?
I can't even lie, free the Don, I did some scamming with her
Switch to the orange, when it's done, shoot to Atlanta with it
Switch to the town where it's fifty, did some damage in it
Comfort got too hot, goin' to the Hampton with it
I'll take the bird, remix and stamp them bitches
Money on your head, my young dog going camping with it
Freak bitch gave me a headshot, man, I'm breathing different
And if a nigga leave the game, would they love a nigga? (I don't know)
Moved in with the plug, I was thuggin' with him (My nigga)
Bag in your car the only way that I'm druggin' bitches (The only way)
Niggas out here buying expensive jeans with no money in 'em (What?)
Loose Cannon give me shit for free, I spend money with him (That's my guy)
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