[Intro: Babyface Ray]
We had so much fun, it was, it wasn't even like a business
Niggas looked up to him like a superhero because he was a young cat doing it, gettin' a lot of money, man
And he made young cats wanna get money
I wasn't the richest nigga in Harlem
He gave to everybody, he gave everybody
(See, I never knew who he could be, ever)
But he was one of the most popular 'cause of the shit he was doing
Yeah

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Yeah, my life exciting
Just pray I don't get indicted (Uh-uh)
Baggin' perkys, yo' bitch like it, she gon' take my dick and bite it (Wow)
They was friends but I fucked 'em both so now they fightin' (My fault)
Bezel big, bustin' out the top, look like a Breitling (Damn)
Lord forbid, if I go to jail, she ain't gon' write me (I know)
New Chanel runners like a band, these ain't no Nikes (Nah)
Count a dub in yo' bitch face, her man don't like me (Haha)
'Round the city, most these boys my kids, they act just like me (Yeah)
Call me dad, call the bag, you ain't hit (Yeah)
Balmains, let 'em sag, with the mag, see the stick (Yeah, yeah)
Chopstick, let it ride, out the window, we won't miss
Gave it to him straight, say this shit a fad, he won't fit (Aight)
Think we calmed down, bro bought thirty thou', he on tip
Got on regular clothes but it's racks around, she gon' strip
It's a lifestyle, plenty ice 'round, still don't slip
It don't matter bitch, cut the lights down, still I'm lit
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