Lyrics to Shay Face
It's Ricky
Big BSF, nigga
Yeah (Six figure)
Look
If I said it, then I stand on it, hundred bands on it (Yeah)
I sold it, I got my hands on it (Facts)
A fifty piece with thirty grams on it (Whip, whip, whip)
I did the dance on it (Uh)
It break down, just like a Transformer
I break down, just like a fan moment, sixty bundles
Where the butter had me hustlin', made my mother mad
She was happy with a fifty and I pocketed the other half
All that shit the reason for this other bag (Haha)
Two Os on me, hoes to tag
I need a lifetime supply of four-top sandwich and turkey bags
My bro just bought his bitch a Birkin bag
My bitch like to post, I told that bitch, "You better work for that"
Any time it's a loss or a win, it's a verse for that
Any competition, it's a hearse for that (Not if you done)
Wanna change your situation
Get some men and tell 'em "Work for that" (I'm tryna tell you)
Palms so itchy, might bring the curses back (Yo)
I became the big homie, breakin' bread with my OG (Uh-huh)
Got championships, hustlin' like we dunkin' in Genobli
Before rap, I was somewhere in the trap, cozy
Turned eight to twenty-four, thinkin' "Rest in peace Kobe" (Rest in peace Mamba)
The trappers, I never wanted to be a marine
But the money you see is clean and my honey be in Celine
"How to get rich for dummies", this money you never seen
Watch me run up the numbers off hunger and never grieve
I'm movin' with security
Majority of niggas won't make it this far, I'm sure of it (Uh-uh)
As soon as they got the word of it (What happened?)
My publicist was turnin' down interviews from journalists (Fuck 'em)
They wanna take it like I came in without deservin' it (Fuck 'em)
Stick in my bedroom, where my intentions is murderous
'Cause a home invasion is way different from burglaries
'Fore you ever heard of me, had a connect servin' me (I did)
I played the anchor man for my team, like Ron Burgundy
Let's go (Ah)
Big BSF, nigga
Yeah (Six figure)
Look
If I said it, then I stand on it, hundred bands on it (Yeah)
I sold it, I got my hands on it (Facts)
A fifty piece with thirty grams on it (Whip, whip, whip)
I did the dance on it (Uh)
It break down, just like a Transformer
I break down, just like a fan moment, sixty bundles
Where the butter had me hustlin', made my mother mad
She was happy with a fifty and I pocketed the other half
All that shit the reason for this other bag (Haha)
Two Os on me, hoes to tag
I need a lifetime supply of four-top sandwich and turkey bags
My bro just bought his bitch a Birkin bag
My bitch like to post, I told that bitch, "You better work for that"
Any time it's a loss or a win, it's a verse for that
Any competition, it's a hearse for that (Not if you done)
Wanna change your situation
Get some men and tell 'em "Work for that" (I'm tryna tell you)
Palms so itchy, might bring the curses back (Yo)
I became the big homie, breakin' bread with my OG (Uh-huh)
Got championships, hustlin' like we dunkin' in Genobli
Before rap, I was somewhere in the trap, cozy
Turned eight to twenty-four, thinkin' "Rest in peace Kobe" (Rest in peace Mamba)
The trappers, I never wanted to be a marine
But the money you see is clean and my honey be in Celine
"How to get rich for dummies", this money you never seen
Watch me run up the numbers off hunger and never grieve
I'm movin' with security
Majority of niggas won't make it this far, I'm sure of it (Uh-uh)
As soon as they got the word of it (What happened?)
My publicist was turnin' down interviews from journalists (Fuck 'em)
They wanna take it like I came in without deservin' it (Fuck 'em)
Stick in my bedroom, where my intentions is murderous
'Cause a home invasion is way different from burglaries
'Fore you ever heard of me, had a connect servin' me (I did)
I played the anchor man for my team, like Ron Burgundy
Let's go (Ah)
