Half on the Food lyrics

[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Coach me, Joey
Yeah
My n*gga Lee, I think we got another one
(I do this, I do this sh*t for fun by the way)
I can see this sh*t clear now
(The one by the way) 2020 vision
Yeah (Yeah)
Joey

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Yeah, they tryna get me (Why?)
Ace of Spade, me and Tay went from fifty
I'ma buy the whole flo', try to fill it up with b*tches (Yeah)
First round I want a tray, give me her, I wanna hit her
Got a text last night, "I'm proud of you", this Prada denim (b*tch)
Got it on me and it's in me, money on me and it's in me (And it's)
I wanna f*ck her, so I put the b*tch in Fendi (Yeah)
n*gga say he want a—, hе can meet me right by Denny (Right therе)
That's for baking soda Snoop, white bag inside the coupe (b*tch)
I need a truck for the kitties, I've been thinking Rover too
n*ggas say a lot of—, but we really know the truth (Really know the truth)
I ain't worried 'bout sh*t, 'cause I really know the truth (Yeah, I really know the truth)
Ayy, dawg sh*t records, iced up records
Twenty on my neck, thirty on my left, thank you for the blessings (Look, look, look, look)
Codeine crazy, f*ck around and missed breakfast
Hundred in the 'Rari, f*ck around and missed the exit, n*gga (Woo, woo)
[Verse 2: G.T.]
Youngin and reckless
Thirty on the Presi, thirty on the necklace
Young n*gga stressin', add some more pressure
We sell it straight, y'all recompress it
They just hit the D, cash straight from Texas, plug just blessing (Yeah)
Lil' n*ggas need to stop it, you got lil' pockets
I got Louis V bags 'cause it can't fit in the pocket
Got my Louis V kicks, cost me twelve hundred a pop
And I got blue hundreds on me, cup purple like Crocker
n*gga the whole crew on, you just countin' Ray pockets (Nice)
Before I wrote a song, I learned how to straight drop it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ninety days in the spot, I know how to make profit (For real)
Bro don't call a n*gga phone, n*gga if you ain't coppin'

[Verse 3: Tay B]
Ayy, put a red dot on his nose is what I do to clowns
Too much dawg sh*t, so now I watch how I move around
f*cked every bad b*tch in the city, I f*ck hoochies now
Two years from now, they gon' be doing the sh*t I'm doing now
I got the trap looking like Tha Carter, call me Lucci now
Your Birdman, that's my, call me Tunechi now
My b*tch don't rap, but she bussdown, called her Cuban Doll
I got the head, b*tch, bye, call her Uber now
I got white, I got orange, I got blue and brown
Put a n*gga on Fox like he Cleveland Brown
They ain't wanna see me up, they wanna see me down
I'm rich forever, they di*k suckin' when they see me now
And n*gga where was you, when I ain't have sh*t to lose?
When I ain't have that much to wear, when I ain't have that many shoes
Don't give a f*ck what n*ggas think 'cause I don't have sh*t to prove
Me and Face ain't f*cked up, but we go half on the food, n*gga
Yeah, me and Face ain't f*cked up but we go half on the food, n*gga
Huh, yeah, me and G ain't f*cked up but we go half on the food, yeah