[Intro] (Topside) Yeah (This shit raw, man, I'm recordin' this shit, man, come on) (All Topside shit, why not?) Ayy
[Verse 1] Yeah I know how I be (Ah) Life full speed, got a pocket full of cash, I won't listen to a thing Got it all figured out, chasin' money, fuck a dream (Yeah, yeah) Fuckin' bitches by the twos, puttin' on for the team I was wrong a couple times but I don't regret a thing Man I started out with nothin' but I'm gettin' everything Man I'm married to the streets, just without the wedding ring (Uh-huh) I swear you can keep the love man, that shit don't mean a thing (Fuck that shit)
[Chorus: Billy Paul & Babyface Ray] Everybody, everybody wants love baby, love Yeah (Just took my last sip, I'm done with this shit)
[Verse 2: Babyface Ray] I'm runnin' laps through the mall shoppin', fatigue love It ain't hard to spot a broke bitch, her weave bold Stuff 'em all full of racks, shorty with the team though Got me cuttin', sellin' everything to get the cheese home Hell yeah, I kicked the drink, I'm still on the P's though (Perc) We was ridin' 'round with white, ask my nigga Weez bro I made it through it, man I'm blessed, I ain't even sneeze though Push the Benz through Biscayne, tryna see what Sleez on (Sleez) Rap politics, shit lame, but it's mandatory (I hate it) Rappin' my life, public saddenin' stories (Yeah) Patches on your jeans cost eleven-fourty (Amiri) I ain't eat this ten on me like I'm Eric Gordon (Bitch)
[Chorus: Billy Paul & Babyface Ray] Everybody, everybody wants love baby, love Y'all know, y'all know, y'all know (Everybody, everybody) (Everybody, everybody) Fuck it (Everybody, everybody) (Everybody)
[Verse 3: Babyface Ray] Everybody wanna be something (Yeah) Jumping up with the stick, think I see something (Annoyin') Got that RP dope, put yo' feet on it (Put yo' feet on it) Then we mashing out Detroit just to eat somethin' (Chris) Yeah I come from the struggle but I keep money (I keep it) Once they find out you sweet then the streets on you Gave her RP dick, she gon' leave homie I can get a million clicks if I breathe on it (Yeah) They want a feature, I ain't do it, I'm a opp, man, this beef funny (It's funny) I could fuck the little bitch you got for three-hundred (Or two) Gang move a whole stack, give me three Sundays (Facts) I'm just now gettin' back, it took three summers
[Chorus: Billy Paul & Babyface Ray] Everybody, everybody wants love baby, love (That shit crazy)
[Verse 4: BabyfaceRay] I had to read between the lines, it ain't adding up I put the bullshit aside and went and ran it up She put her soul in my hands, I just asked to fuck (Damn) She see the future in my eyes, I'm just having fun Casino robbed my brother clean, spent his last two-hundred (Bitch) I don't wanna hear it nigga, go do somethin' (I don't wanna hear it nigga) How you rappin' money, you ain't spending nothin'? (How?) How you rappin' chickens— (How you rappin' chickens—, how you rappin' chickens—)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
