Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fell in love, artist - Babyface Ray. Date of issue: 20.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fell in love |
| And I done fell in love with this shit |
| Money over bitches, that’s the moddo |
| Tell the waitress bring another bottle |
| Hit the gass on these niggas, I ain’t never slowing down |
| The only way is up, we ain’t ever going |
| Gave my all to this shit |
| Stack it then that’s the goal |
| Homie toat the stick, he on parole |
| Hope you niggas really know that we ain’t playing with you niggas |
| They got your boy a, bands on these bitches |
| I got my shit together, got my bitch together |
| I had a dream, told me you gon be rich forever |
| Quit talking bout the money, nigga spend some chetter |
| I’m really laying like this, so I can hit whoever |
| I place a call to her, it was 3 AM |
| She said she just left the club, I told her bring a friend |
| I know shit can get rough, so Imma bring some bands |
| Na I ain’t trickin if you want it, all you do is ask |
| I’m uusually drippin, tags |
| And I ain’t slowing down for 'em, Imma do the dash |
| The type to take your ho from you, I ain’t need a mask |
| bout this money |
| And I done fell in love with this shit |
| Money over bitches, that’s the moddo |
| Tell the waitress bring another bottle |
| Hit the gass on these niggas, I ain’t never slowing down |
| The only way is up, we ain’t ever going |
| Gave my all to this shit |
| Stack it then that’s the goal |
| Homie toat the stick, he on parole |
| Hope you niggas really know that we ain’t playing with you niggas |
| They got your boy a, bands on these bitches |
| It’s true I risked my life for this shit |
| No emotion, got me focused |
| Hard to write to this shit |
| Couple niggas I miss, writing letters, hope they get better |
| Right now or never, |
| We still standing in the books |
| On parole tryna look normal |
| he just touched down, but is he scoring? |
| Only us know what it do, this shit ain’t foreign |
| You niggas too long to get it going |
| We been in the fast lane, it feel kinda slow |
| Ain’t no if and or buts, you know we gon kill |
| And I done fell in love with this shit |
| Money over bitches, that’s the moddo |
| Tell the waitress bring another bottle |
| Hit the gass on these niggas, I ain’t never slowing down |
| The only way is up, we ain’t ever going |
| Gave my all to this shit |
| Stack it then that’s the goal |
| Homie toat the stick, he on parole |
| Hope you niggas really know that we ain’t playing with you niggas |
| They got your boy a, bands on these bitches |
| Man with this shit |
| When I was young, I was hitting licks |
| And then I grew out of that shit |
| I started bagging up the nicks, they move quick |
| And then I graduated to a quarter brick |
| This is it |
| Niggas snitching everyday, but it ain’t shit |
| A quarterback |
| These niggas be talking shit, they ain’t fucking with us |
| VVS diamonds in the, so you know who with us |
| And plus my haters pulling up, energy I’m seaking |
| That nigga back on parole, but he’ll shoot for me |
| And I been stacking it to the cieling |
| The feds came and hit my man, I wonder how he feeling |
| And I done fell in love with this shit |
| Money over bitches, that’s the moddo |
| Tell the waitress bring another bottle |
| Hit the gass on these niggas, I ain’t never slowing down |
| The only way is up, we ain’t ever going |
| Gave my all to this shit |
| Stack it then that’s the goal |
| Homie toat the stick, he on parole |
| Hope you niggas really know that we ain’t playing with you niggas |
| They got your boy a, bands on these bitches |