Babyface Ray – Motown Music Lyrics

Escomoe, the coolest DJ in the world
Yeah
For real, though, ayy

Ayy, I’m tryna feed the team, but it’s crowded in the kitchen
If you was in my shoes, n***** probably wouldn’t have did it

Ayy, I’m tryna feed the team, but it’s crowded in the kitchen
If you was in my shoes, n***** probably wouldn’t have did it

Puttin’ mileage on the rental
And when I called out and said “I need you”, they ain’t hear me
N***** screamin’ beef, but really vegan, it ain’t in ’em
I ain’t talked to my n**** G, he still my n****
I ain’t been spendin’ time with Yell’, he still my n****
I ain’t seein’ eye-to-eye with bro, but I ain’t trippin’
I ain’t never quittin’ ’til them millions in my vision
When you walk alone, n****, you don’t know the feelin’
Weight on my shoulders, I don’t know if I can lift it
And they say you actin’ different
Money got you, here it come
And I come from the city n***** don’t last long
If I’m still in the town, I’m waitin’ ’til the bag gone
Listenin’ to beats countin’ cash with my headphones
Watch that bad bitch walk away when that bread gone
Watch those fake n***** separate when that fame gone
I ain’t talk to Weez in a minute, it’s still gang, though
It was me and Sauce plenty nights watchin’ rain, ho
I bet they tell you, “Face, he ran it up, but he ain’t change, though”

Watch the doors open, suicide watch
Twistin’ too good, you can try not
Smokin’ on a jet, you never been this high
Two things are certain, you born and then you die
In the meantime, I’m countin’, stayin’ fly
You know I’m comin’ back for you, boy, stay alive
Showed a check to my mama, man, she damn near cried
Dropped a bag on her, I can’t get you out my mind
It ain’t about that, fuck it, man, I miss her spendin’ time
Jump out and I walk in, I ain’t gotta stand in line
I don’t allow security, I’m surrounded by the vibes
She’ll sell her soul, I can see it in her eyes
Ooh, it’s rose gold, you ever seen a red sky?
Pay enough cash, you could get a headshot
N**** tried to snatch my brother, I got up and ran out
That’s how I caught a leg shot, I’m just glad I’m here now
N***** loved when I was broke, why you actin’ weird now?
All that motherfuckin’ greed, me and Fat Boy fell out
Got a n**** feelin’ crazy, man, you supposed to be here now
That n**** cuz crazy, I just wish he’d hear me out
I just wanna show support, man, I bet you hear me now
Bad hoes used to curve me, I can hear ’em cheerin’ now
Saint Laurent jeans, I don’t do Amiris now
Smokin’ on exotic tryna keep my spirits high
Fucked her and her friend, feel like I’m on Jerry now
N***** on my line tryna know my whereabouts
I called BOA tryna get a carryout

Ayy, I’m tryna feed the team, but it’s crowded in the kitchen
If you was in my shoes, n***** probably wouldn’t have did it

N***** ain’t who they say they is, what you call ’em?
I’ma do whatever for them kids, that’s regardless
Girl, when you gave that pussy up, you left me heartless
Lettin’ ones fly, I ain’t lettin’ tears fallin’
Private shoppin’ in Miami, bought a Chrome Heart joggy
Even back then, we snuck the chrome in the party
Catch a n**** out, paint his tee, Ed Hardy
My four n***** touched down with the bag, Brett Favre
I told my n**** Doo before the deal we was ballin’
All the shit be extras when we hear the label callin’
N***** be all extra when them fuck n***** log in
N***** doin’ what when and where? I ain’t saw it
I’ll move the whole damn bag, what you chargin’?
High-class hood n****, trap like the office
N****, put my racks in my coffin
And when them n***** ask, just say Face taught you

Ayy, I’m tryna feed the team, but it’s crowded in the kitchen
If you was in my shoes, n***** probably wouldn’t have did it

I’ma get this money, stay humble, n****
I could move wherever, I’m from the jungle, n****
They love what you doin’, they don’t love you, n****
Any time I meet a plug, I be pluggin’ n*****
Just to show ’em that it’s love, pop out thuggin’ with ’em
Ain’t around for hard times, but they clubbin’ with you


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