Fell in Love

[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