Letra de Faces
This is what you need, need (Ayy)
I came with plenty racks
This is what you need
I came with plenty racks
This is what you need
Wear my heart (Heart), on my sleeve (Hey)
Sit me down, baby, tell me what it is
Cross my heart the door ajar unless it's Bentley
Say you wanna turn my back, don't go knock on my dawg door (Yeah, yeah)
I'm makin' love to shawty, oh (Yeah)
Hey sis, spend it up
Okay, you beat your cases and you don't have to sell the can now (Sell the can now)
And that fuckin' ring look like the Grand Slam (Woah)
Oh, I'ma have to take a Bentley jet to transit (Woah)
Eat us some lobsters, just the bros, I left the hoes out
Lost thirty million this year and that's with the shows out (Woah)
I told 'em put the rest of it up, we got to hold out
Got a few opp bitches tryna figure out where my show spot
Them racists pockets full of big faces
Get'cha paid quick
Rock up on 'em and just face it (Bah)
Open cases, guess they thought I was something to play with (Woo)
Watch me falsetto out in Vegas with your lady (Woo)
Tryna rob you, the chance is slimmer than Shady (Yeah)
She got a head long with the Maisons on, no basic (Oh yeah, yeah)
She got me thinkin' everybody 'round me cheatin' (Yeah)
These niggas basic, they need to face it
I'ma turn off the light
Lil' shawty is you breathin'?
Tell me if you caught a fever
Strictly fuckin' up every season (Oh)
I took her out, seein' it changed me
I took her out, she know the pain, babe
You a hard headed nigga, yeah
Fuck all that though
No back and forth with them opp or them hatin' hoes
No back and forth with them opp or your ratchet ass hoe
I hope you plan on growin' up with your ratchet ass, yeah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah/La-la-la, la-la-la
Ooh, ooh, na-na
I don't wanna get no crown
Blessed with her heartaches
My heart gone
Sit me down, baby, tell me what it is
Cross my heart the door ajar unless it's Bentley
Say you wanna turn my back, don't go knock on my dawg door (Yeah, yeah)
I'm makin' love to shawty, oh (Yeah)
Hey sis, spend it up
Okay, you beat your cases and you don't have to sell the can now (Sell the can now)
And that fuckin' ring look like the Grand Slam (Woah)
Oh, I'ma have to take a Bentley jet to transit (Woah)
Eat us some lobsters, just the bros, I left the hoes out
Lost thirty million this year and that's with the shows out (Woah)
I told 'em put the rest of it up, we got to hold out
Got a few opp bitches tryna figure out where my show spot
Them racists pockets full of big faces
Get'cha paid quick
Rock up on 'em and just face it (Bah)
Open cases, guess they thought I was something to play with (Woo)
Watch me falsetto out in Vegas with your lady (Woo)
Tryna rob you, the chance is slimmer than Shady (Yeah)
She got a head long with the Maisons on, no basic (Oh yeah, yeah)
She got me thinkin' everybody 'round me cheatin' (Yeah)
These niggas basic, they need to face it
I'ma turn off the light
Lil' shawty is you breathin'?
Tell me if you caught a fever
Strictly fuckin' up every season (Oh)
I took her out, seein' it changed me
I took her out, she know the pain, babe
You a hard headed nigga, yeah
Fuck all that though
No back and forth with them opp or them hatin' hoes
No back and forth with them opp or your ratchet ass hoe
I hope you plan on growin' up with your ratchet ass, yeah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah/La-la-la, la-la-la
Ooh, ooh, na-na
I don't wanna get no crown
Blessed with her heartaches
My heart gone
