Off Rap Babyface Ray

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[Chorus]
She ain't even make me work for it
I ain't give that bitch a dime, put a Perc' on her
I ain't never lettin' up, I'm puttin' pressure on 'em
All these extras off of rap feel like dope money
Niggas in my mentions, "When them shirts comin'?"
Thinkin' in my head, when that work comin'?
Frustrated 'cause you broke, boy, don't hurt nothin'
Don't talk me to death, nigga, serve somethin'

[Verse]
Can't offend me, I'll leave your bankroll in Fendi
These niggas talkin' too much, lookin' pity
Met her in the club but the bitch leavin' with me
Glizzy in the club, get the strap like I'm...
I mix the heroin with the Off-White
Thirty-three for the jacket, that's a soft price
I'm in them Cartier frames and they chalk white
Fear of God, some racks, so I walk light, ooh
Set up in your territory like it's Fortnite
I speak the truth but I disrespect my court right
You know you supposed to treat the hustle like a sport, right?
State to state, gettin' backends, nigga, tourin' life

[Chorus]
She ain't even make me work for it
I ain't give that bitch a dime, put a Perc' on her
I ain't never lettin' up, I'm puttin' pressure on 'em
All these extras off of rap feel like dope money
Niggas in my mentions, "When them shirts comin'?"
Thinkin' in my head, when that work comin'?
Frustrated 'cause you broke, boy, don't hurt nothin'
Don't talk me to death, nigga, serve somethin'