A Million Cash Race lyrics
by Babyface Ray
[Intro: Babyface Ray]
(Damjonboi)
Yeah
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n*ggas)
Yeah, Percs got me itching
Palms itchin', palms itchin', I'm finna-
Yeah, ayy
[Chorus]
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 wanna hustle? (Yeah)
And want her to love you? (How?) You ain't with us f*ckin'
Yeah, uh
[Verse]
I get my own money, pull my own stunts (Huh)
Psh, yeah
You don't know the half of this sh*t (Uh-uh)
Still old glass, paid a house for this sh*t (Mm)
Couldn't leave if I wanted 'cause I'm tied in this sh*t (Ok)
Good pus*y, pretty face, but I'm tired of that b*tch (I'm straight)
Ayy, poured a line and I sip (Mm)
What I f*ck off in a week, you would sign for that (Wow)
I'd be lyin' if I told you I ain't grind for this sh*t (Had to grind, n*gga)
I almost lost my mind, boutta trip (I lost my mind, n*gga)
I almost lost my life in the streets (Man)
I be barely rappin', put my life on thеse beats (Life on thеse)
n*gga, I'll f*ck 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 n*ggas playin' foul, I can't believe it (Wow)
Before I cut her off I killed the pus*y, now she grievin' (Woo-wee)
Look how that money had you n*ggas greedy
All that pride got you scared to say you broke, I see you leakin' (Shh)
I seen my n*gga in the casket, looked up I seen a demon (Ayy)
How you gangsta, but you nervous in the field? Willie Beamen (Ok)
I slept poolside, three b*tches drunk, must be dreamin' (Drunk)
Cool side, two pieces bust, I'm anemic
Got it on me, this sh*t thicker than a book and you can't read it (Uh-uh)
Man, my palms itching for that f*ckin' money, 'cause I need it, n*gga
[Outro]
(Yeah)