Letras
Get em Rayy
Blocking me on everything Guess he on sassy shit
Blowing nun but wedding cake Like I'm a married bitch
I can't call him daddy, uh-uh I ain't his daughter, bitch
Call his ass hang time Cause he got long dick
Hit him after 12 a.m. When I'm on demon time
Ain't no claiming me after we fucked No, he is not, mine
Looked straight at the clock And that bitch said, Ray, it's your time
He look better when he giving head Put your face down
Don't ask me for money I don't fuck off with no broke boy
He like, when I throw that ass back And play with sex toys
Just to get this treatment I need racks up in my bank account
I can't see me fucking on no nigga Just to get clout
When I ride on it He like, damn, bae, it's getting loud
Left his ass dripping wet told him go and buy a towel
He like, bruh, you red hoes ruthless I'm like, ooh, child
Like my niggas tender over me Boys gone wild
I can't do no kissing on em that nigga passed round
Like them niggas with that perc dick That can go rounds
Higher than a motherfucking jet I broke the wood down
Bumpin' Co Cash, cash day Ooh, I'm lit now
Nigga, you gon' have to throw a stack or some
I'm getting money, helicopter high I'm fresh up on em
Big drip, they already know I'm stepping on em
Keep some options why that nigga think I'm stressing on em
Nigga, you gon' have to throw a stack of some
I'm getting money, helicopter high I'm fresh up on em
Big drip, they already know I'm stepping on em
Keep some options why that nigga think I'm stressing on em
Damn, I just stopped traffic I made his jaws drop
I just made a couple racks And fucked it all off
It ain't shit to get it back You know my grind hard
I can't spend no time, baby You know that shit cost
Pay me for a day or something Then we can chop it up
I just want that FaceTime Nah, I ain't trying to fuck
Curving niggas left and right Like I'm a curb or something
Trying to duck my ex-nigga He ain't on shit but drama
Got my number saved in his phone Under baby mama