Faces

Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Ralph] Yung Ralph in here, Gucci Mane in here Yung Fresh, nigga Sportscenter Wilt Chaimberlin A hundred points, nigga Gwop, gwop, gwop, nigga You get popped, popped, popped, nigga And we got faces, different races Zaytoven [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got faces, I got faces I'm so kin to Ben Franklin I love the white girl cause I'm not racist 30,000 on me, all them faces I got faces, pretty faces In every video the same old faces Mix the old heads with the new faces A hundred thousand cash all in faces [Verse 1: Yung Ralph] A hundred thousand dollar bankroll, gwop on me Diamonds everywhere, I walk around with rocks on me You can catch me in your hood, might have a Glock on me With that long ass pistol, that'll pop on me Faces, all different races Later on I might hit the club and just waste it Throw it in the air, can fall like a matrix Haters mean mug, cause they conscience can't take it Riding down the Avenue, 71 cutlass [?] My face is over here, my face is over there I think somebody cloned me, my face is everywhere Yung Ralph [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got faces, I got faces I'm so kin to Ben Franklin I love the white girl cause I'm not racist 30,000 on me, all them faces I got faces, pretty faces In every video the same old faces Mix the old heads with the new faces A hundred thousand cash out on them faces [Verse 2: Bankroll Fresh] Got a pocket full of Franklin's, Jacksons, a couple hamiltons 30,000 cash in bags like we gambling Nigga outta line, he dyig, get an ambulance Tec spit, its too much blood for them bandages Whole clique stacked up, white saran wrapped up Extra gram, catch up Diamonds they glide backwards Got so many faces, my bracelet it look crazy Hoes see them stacks to the max they like grinches Made the white girl my girl, that's my baby Kush got me slow-mo like Neo in the Matrix Young nigga, get your stacks up Stacks on sight, I'm racked up [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got faces, I got faces I'm so kin to Ben Franklin I love the white girl cause I'm not racist 30,000 on me, all them faces I got faces, pretty faces In every video the same old faces Mix he old heads with the new faces A hundred thousand cash out on them faces [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] It's Gucci! Waitress get a hundred Whole hundred, keep that shit a hundred Watch cost a hundred No money, but a little money Chain 200, but I'm gonna spend some big money Hundred grand cash on me, shawty got that little money Whip cost a hundred, old school cost a cool hundred Damn that boy a fool, [?] cost me half a hundred Shawty danced seven times, still gave her ass a hundred Ten grand all ones, waitress call me honey, honey Gucci Mane stuntin, show done, then my [?] I be down the street, 12 got my tool jumpin 2 16's and a hook, that's a whole hundred So Icey Ent, Gucci got his own money [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got faces, I got faces I'm so kin to Ben Franklin I love the white girl cause I'm not racist 30,000 on me, all them faces I got faces, pretty faces In every video the same old faces Mix the old heads with the new faces A hundred thousand cash out on them faces