[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Rich habits, rich dancing
Bitch badder, been planted
Police kicked my door and I didn't panic
Twenty pints of drop in my kitchen cabinet
Bought it for the low and made it flip backwards
Hide your lil' ho before I kidnap her
Word through the grapevine, n***as just rappers
Man, this shit ain't new to me, boy, I been havin'

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Fake ass n***as, stay a long way from me
If I wanna go in traffic, take a whole day from me
Goddamn, God, you took my favorite boy from me
We done fucked up, been tryna make it home off the streets
I'ma fuckin' pay your bills, bitch, hold that for me
I done shot n***as off, they went and sold that for me
I had my back against the wall, I ain't fold, I'm a G
If you fold, that ain't cheese, n***as froze when it's beef
N***as gettin' pussy then exposing the freak
Exposed to the real, she ain't answered in weeks
Touch down in your town with a bag full of sweets
I'm just lookin' for the fiends, now they lookin' for me
Call my n***a Emerald, he gon' cook it for me
Call my n***a, shh, he gon' cook it for free
Jump out of your hood with a bucket on me
Shit bustin' off the noodles, couldn't fit it in my jeans, n***a
[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Rich habits, rich dancing
Bitch badder, been planted
Police kicked my door and I didn't panic
Twenty pints of drop in my kitchen cabinet
Bought it for the low and made it flip backwards
Hide your lil' ho before I kidnap her
Word through the grapevine, n***as just rappers
Man, this shit ain't new to me, boy, I been havin'

[Verse 2: Wanski]
Shit ain't new to me, your unc say he used to be
God say He fuck with me, I send blues with him
These n***as rappin' out here cappin', they ain't foolin' me
Got thirty thousand on me, no jewelry
Line slappin', pure cut slappin'
All type of shit in the kitchen cabinet
Bro clean a pan like he flippin' patties
I be down the way tryna feed the family
Real n***as over here, y'all counterfeit
N***a play over here, then we droppin' shit
We don't do leg shots, bitch, we top and shit
If he do a shot this way, he do not exist
Get that, flip that (Quick)
I collect pros while I sit back (On my ass)
We'll come slide through your kickback (Dumb ass n***a)
Hundred on the, spend that (Quick)
[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Rich habits, rich dancing
Bitch badder, been planted
Police kicked my door and I didn't panic
Twenty pints of drop in my kitchen cabinet
Bought it for the low and made it flip backwards
Hide your lil' ho before I kidnap her
Word through the grapevine, n***as just rappers
Man, this shit ain't new to me, boy, I been havin'