Faces

This is what you need, need Ayy I came with plenty racks This is what you need Wear my heart Heart, on my sleeve Hey Sit me down, baby, tell me what it is Cross my heart, the door ajar unless it's Bentley Say you wanna turn my back, don't go knock on my dawg door Yeah, yeah I'm makin' love to shawty, oh Yeah Hey sis, spend it up Okay, you beat your cases and you don't have to sell the can now Sell the can now And her fuckin' ring look like the Grand Slam Woah Oh, I'ma have to take a Bentley jet to transit Woah Eat us some lobsters, just the bros, I left the hoes out Lost thirty million this year and that's with the shows out Woah I told 'em put the rest of it up, we got to hold out Got a few opp bitches tryna figure out where my show spot Them racists, pockets full of big faces Get you paid quick, walk up on 'em and just face it Bah Open cases, guess they thought I was somethin' to play with Woo Watch me falsetto out in Vegas with your lady Woo Tryna rob, your chances are slimmer than Shady Yeah She got her hair long with the Maisons on, no basic Oh yeah, yeah Got me thinkin' everybody 'round me cheatin' Yeah These niggas basic, they need to face it I'ma turn off the light Girl, tell me, is you breathin' Tell me if you caught a fever Strictly fuckin' up every season Oh I took her out, seein' it changed me I took a loss, you know the pain, babe You a hard-headed nigga, yeah, fuck all that though No back and forth with them opp or them nothin'-ass hoes No back and forth with them opp or your ratchet ass, ho I hope you plan on growin' up with your ratchet ass, yeah Outro Ah-la-la, la-la-la Ooh, ooh, na-na I don't wanna give you no crown Ooh, oh, messy with heartaches My heart gone