Facts

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh Huh Yeah, the Fast Money way Hmm, huh, yeah Huh, yeah (Damjonboi) Yeah [Chorus] Bitch, I speak the facts (Facts), and I keep some racks (Yeah) No less than forty thousand on me when I walk in Saks I mix the Wocky with the red, this shit taste like Act' That bitch was sloppy with the head, oh man, I sent her back I just might pull up in that Benz with no roof attached Do the Chanel off the Dior, this shit don't even match Mike Amiris tight as hell, but they hold fifty racks I ain't never did a situp, but I pushed the packs [Verse 1] I see your bitch lookin', she see my chain dancin' But I'ma one night her, it ain't no romancin' (Nah) Fuck buyin' jewelry, I got enough fashion It's time to run this shit up and make some smart advancements I got gang with me, it ain't no pressin' (Nah) Skis gon' bust a nigga head, that ain't no question Airbnb big as hell, got your ho naked Chopsticks sittin' on the floor, told lil' bro rack it Back to business, bitch, I'm five for five, I'ma keep flexin' Cut a big brick down the middle like a C-section I be in the tail with real niggas in the G section You be in the club with broke bitches in the cheap section (Yeah) [Chorus] Bitch, I speak the facts (Facts), and I keep some racks (Racks) No less than forty thousand on me when I walk in Saks I mix the Wocky with the red, this shit taste like Act' That bitch was sloppy with the head, oh man, I sent her back I just might pull up in that Benz with no roof attached Do the Chanel off the Dior, this shit don't even match Mike Amiris tight as hell, but they hold fifty racks I ain't never did a situp, but I pushed the packs [Verse 2] I know niggas that's gon' slide for the kid, ayy I got hit, niggas gon' die for that shit Don't be surprised when we slide by your crib You went deep, you gotta move you in your kids Catch your bitch while she comin' home from work, hmm Walk her in, you gon' get the treatment first (Yeah) I looked at bro, told him do what we rehearsed Knock his dick in the dirt if we gon' skrrt We really up around this bitch from what it's worth Show up to a nigga living room, flip the earth Bitch tryna give that pussy up for a verse I told the bitch I'm strapped, but if it's good, you get a purse Yeah [Chorus] Bitch, I speak the facts (Facts), and I keep some racks (Racks) No less than forty thousand on me when I walk in Saks (Walk in Saks) I mix the Wocky with the red, this shit taste like Act' That bitch was sloppy with the head, oh man, I sent her back I just might pull up in that Benz with no roof attached Do the Chanel off the Dior, this shit don't even match Mike Amiris tight as hell, but they hold fifty racks I ain't never did a situp, but I pushed the packs (Yeah)