Fell in Love

Lyrics

[Chorus: Babyface Ray] And I done fell in love with this shit Money over bitches, that's the motto Tell the waitress bring another bottle Hit the gas on these niggas, I ain't never slowing down The only way is up, we ain't ever going out Gave my all to this shit Stack it then ball that's the goal Homie tote the stick, he on parole Hope you niggas really know that we ain't playing with you niggas They got your boy a [?], [?] bands on these bitches [Verse 1: Babyface Ray] I got my shit together, got my bitch together I had a dream, Riq told me gon be rich forever Quit talking bout the money, nigga spend some cheddar I'm really laying like this, so I can hit whoever I place a call to her, it was 3 AM She said she just left the club, I told her bring a friend I know shit can get rough, so Imma bring some bands Nah I ain't trickin if you want it, all you do is ask I'm usually drippin, exclusive kicks with valentino tags And I ain't slowing down for 'em, Imma do the dash The type to take your ho from you, I ain't need a mask Infatuated bout this money [?] [Chorus: Babyface Ray] And I done fell in love with this shit Money over bitches, that's the motto Tell the waitress bring another bottle Hit the gas on these niggas, I ain't never slowing down The only way is up, we ain't ever going out Gave my all to this shit Stack it then ball that's the goal Homie tote the stick, he on parole Hope you niggas really know that we ain't playing with you niggas They got your boy a [?], [?] bands on these bitches [Verse 2: 42 Dugg] It's true I risked my life for this shit No emotion, got me focused Hard to write to this shit Couple niggas I miss, writing letters, hope they get better Right now or never, bro uphill grindin' We still standing, that's bout eight in the books for 'em On parole with the— tryna look normal Got her performing, he just touched down, but is he scoring? Only us know what it do, [?] this shit ain't foreign You niggas took too long to get it going We been in the fast lane, it feel kinda slow Got a deal on the blow Pint seals gettin rolled still Ain't no if, and, or buts, you know we gon' kill [Chorus: Babyface Ray] And I done fell in love with this shit Money over bitches, that's the motto Tell the waitress bring another bottle Hit the gas on these niggas, I ain't never slowing down The only way is up, we ain't ever going out Gave my all to this shit Stack it then ball that's the goal Homie tote the stick, he on parole Hope you niggas really know that we ain't playing with you niggas They got your boy a [?], [?] bands on these bitches [Verse 3: Roley Gang Blue] Man [?] with this shit When I was young, I was hitting licks And then I grew out of that shit I started bagging up the nicks, they move quick And then I graduated to a quarter brick This is it Niggas snitching everyday, but it ain't shit A quarterback [?] These niggas be talking shit, they ain't fucking with us VVS diamonds in the [?], so you know who with us And plus my haters pulling up, energy I'm seaking That nigga [?] back on parole, but he'll shoot for me [?] And I been stacking it to the cieling The feds came and hit my man, I wonder how he feeling [?] [Chorus: Babyface Ray] And I done fell in love with this shit Money over bitches, that's the motto Tell the waitress bring another bottle Hit the gas on these niggas, I ain't never slowing down The only way is up, we ain't ever going out Gave my all to this shit Stack it then ball that's the goal Homie tote the stick, he on parole Hope you niggas really know that we ain't playing with you niggas They got your boy a [?], [?] bands on these bitches