Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pink 10s , by - Babyface Ray. Release date: 13.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pink 10s |
| Coach me Joey |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up Babyface? |
| Yeah |
| Yeah, fifty-five hundred |
| (I feel amazing) |
| Big general |
| Ayy, pink 10s, bring a friend, Burberry peacoat, wheat Timbs (Look) |
| Thinking back to '08, street spins |
| I done got grown now, fuck rims (Fuck 'em) |
| Condo big enough to put a home in (Boy) |
| Girl that pussy good enough to make the song, yeah (Ooh) |
| Perky got us fuckin' like we on the slow jam (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| 'Member I was fucked up so I hit the road then |
| Nigga go and get it, you know I don’t hold hands |
| What’s a grown man? |
| Know I ain’t going broke like Joc, bitch it’s going down (Down) |
| Know I’ma need a stick, ma I’m sorry, I can’t cut no rock |
| Ghost is outside of the mansion, it’s a haunted house (What) |
| Tell 'em I need a dime or I ain’t coming out (I ain’t coming out) |
| Know how you met the plug 'cause he ain’t running out (Fuck) |
| I went inside the club and made a money pile |
| When money on they head, the gunners run 'em down |
| Hit 'em up and go head and pull up, I got the money now, yeah |
| Just let the counter run it, love the money sound |
| Hand cock that shit in they face Ray, they actin' funny style, yeah |
| Went through the money counter, let me thumb it now |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| She drunk in love and I don’t even drink, wintertime mink |
| Soul snatchin', man that bitch a thief, she done stole me |
| If it ain’t money, it don’t move me, that’s the whole thang (That's the whole |
| thang) |
| Bitch I’m with the winning circle, we a gold ring (We a) |
| Gold bottles, gold chains, feel like Master P (Uh) |
| No limit to this shit so what you saying to me? |
| (What you saying?) |
| I seen my favorite rapper, he a fan of me (Fan) |
| I’m blowing through Miami in an AMG |
| Yeah I rap, but brody play the keys, make lil mama sing |
| Niggas lame, they just got some money, you should fuck with me |
| I want a better life for the fam, niggas wanna beef |
| Still on the 'Gram, I done hit every one of these (Everyone) |
| Countin' for everybody, break the lease |
| Run the streets like dope boys, I got coppers chasing me |
| Yeah it’s killers and robbers in the function, they with me |
| I touched down, got it sold, in the morning I’ma leave |
| See it’s tragic, said they got a hundred on E (A hundred on E) |
| I was laughing all in traffic, out in Cali, in a sleeve |
| I was fresh out of my teens with a hundred-fifty piece |
| Fuck I look like signing for a hundred-fifty G’s? |
| (The fuck I look like?) |
| Listening to rappers, wasn’t much I couldn’t believe (Nothing I couldn’t |
| believe) |
| I ain’t into rap beef, and it’s an issue, drop the cheese |
| I’ma hit her til she knock kneed off these RP’s |
| We at top speed, who pulling over? |
| Not me (Skrrt, skrrt) |
| We gon' high speed, opps bleed, get you Swiss cheese’d |
| Feel like eight bands, pocket full of pre-bag grams |
| Look like Wheat Thins, black tar, whipped with Mannitol |
| Make the H tan, niggas broke living in the past, they can’t think ahead |
| Opps slid through the block and never slide again (And never slide again) |
| I don’t send shots on Instagram, I shoot at nigga’s friends (Shoot at nigga’s |
| friends) |
| Geesky put the city in a twist, he tryna make a dread |
| I’ma put some titties on that bitch and make an OnlyFans |
| We at yo' mans and you jumped in and made a package deal, rich before my rapper |
| deal |
| Blue bands, this shit like a loose ten, I’m a made man |
| And I ain’t gotta move another gram, on my mama |
| Fifty-five hundred, EST Gee |
| Big boss, pink 10, blue bands, you know wassup |
| Big G nigga |