Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Million Cash Race, artist - Babyface Ray. Date of issue: 13.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Million Cash Race |
| Yeah |
| (Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas) |
| Yeah, perks got me itching |
| Palms itchin', palms itchin', I’m finna- |
| Yeah, ayy |
| A million cash race, I was in last place |
| Get off your ass, Ray, get in your bag, Face |
| Psh, ayy |
| How you want some money (Hah), but don’t want no hussle? |
| (Yeah) |
| It won’t hurt to love you (How?), you ain’t with us fuckin' |
| Yeah, uh |
| I get my own money, pull my own stunts (Huh) |
| Psh, yeah |
| You don’t know the half of this shit (Uh-uh) |
| paid a house for this shit (Mm) |
| Couldn’t leave if I wanted 'cause I’m tied to this shit (Ok) |
| Good pussy, pretty face, but I’m tired of that (I'm straight) |
| Bitch, ayy, poured a line and I sip (Mm) |
| What I fuck off in a week you’d sign for that (Wow) |
| I’d be lyin' if I told you I ain’t grind for this shit (Had to grind, nigga) |
| I almost lost my mind, boutta trip (I lost my mind, nigga) |
| I almost lost my life in the streets (Man) |
| I be barely rappin', put my life on these beats (Life on these) |
| Nigga, I’ll fuck your mama, put that money on your niece (Yeah) |
| Put that money up, I put my team on so we can eat (Yeah) |
| Like it was VLONE, I’ll put your friends on a tee (Yeah) |
| Before I rocked a watch I had rubber bands up my sleeve (Facts) |
| Ridin' 'round, shoppin' tryna cop before I leave (What you got?) |
| Which one of y’all got me if I need it? |
| (Ayy, who I got?) |
| Pullin' knife wounds out my back, that’s why I’m bleedin' |
| Stepped in the booth and let my soul bleed, wish I could sing it (Shoo) |
| Man, these niggas playin' foul, I can’t believe it (Wow) |
| Before I cut her off I killed the pussy, now she grievin' (Woo-wee) |
| Look how that money had you niggas greedy |
| All that pride got you scared to say you broke, I see you leavin' (Shh) |
| I seen my nigga in the casket, looked up I seen a demon (Ayy) |
| How you gangsta, but you never seem to feel, Willie Beamon (Ok) |
| I slept poolside, three bitches drunk, must be dreamin' (Drunk) |
| Crew side, two pieces bust, I’m a Neiman |
| Got it all, and this shit bigger than a book and you can’t read it (Uh-uh) |
| Man, my palms itching for that fuckin' money, 'cause I need it, nigga |
| (Yeah) |