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Babyface Ray - 100s (Official Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcellus Register
Marcellus Register
Songwriter
Evan Jarrod Scaife Milton
Evan Jarrod Scaife Milton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ahmad Sharif
Ahmad Sharif
Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Yeah) (Yeah) (Yeah) (Yeah) (Yeah) (Yeah) (Yeah) (Yeah) (I just need my space right now) I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds I'm talkin' money the clothes the cars I'm finna fuck up the summer (Yeah yeah) I'm talking Perkys the X and the bars That codine done made me a junkie Turn up the city I'm beating the odds Even the opps gotta look (Turnt up) (Go) I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds I'm talkin' money the clothes the cars I'm finna fuck up the summer (Yeah) (Yeah) I'm talkin' Perkys the X and the bar That codine done made me a junkie Turn up the city I'm beating the odds Even the opps gotta look (Yeah) (Yeah) (Yeah) The crib right across from the club (Yeah) Tell lil' mama call when she off (Come on) Playin' hardball with the soft (Real) Paint a nigga quick Bob Ross 50k on me call off (Uh) I be curvin' bitches y'all stuck (Nigga) Shit I barely parted hoppin' out Tay Money with me YNT (My nigga) 45 show I'm buying lean (4 5) 45 squeeze it in my jeans (4 5) I got in ain't no searching me (Yeah) Ion know her call her Perky P (Yeah) Forever clean with a dirty drink (Yeah) I just put my mama in a mink (Yeah) (My nigga rap like we broke again) I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds I'm talkin' money the clothes the cars I'm finna fuck up the summer (Yeah yeah) I'm talking Perkys the X and the bars That codine done made me a junkie Turn up the city I'm beating the odds Even the opps gotta look (Turnt up) (Go) I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds I'm talkin' money the clothes the cars I'm finna fuck up the summer (Yeah) (Yeah) I'm talkin' Perkys the X and the bar That codine done made me a junkie Turn up the city I'm beating the odds Even the opps gotta look (Nigga) Better pay attention don't you blink Money flying bitches on they knees (Come on) Cubans buss I can't even link (Nigga) Trap booming rolling like it's E Keep your hands off or keep it P (Boy) Church in service watch a nigga preach (Boy) Up my stock and charge these boys a fee (Huh) Tell my brother stay from out these streets Baby mamas happy 'cause I'm up (Why) Don't know why 'cause you ain't getting none (none) Buy my daughters purses going dumb Imma live through them and catch a stunt (Ha) Cleaned shit I turned it into punch (Dark) 1200 grams'll leave you hunched (Nigga) I just did 200 in a month (Two) Baroline told me it ain't nun For real I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds I'm talkin' money the clothes the cars I'm finna fuck up the summer (Yeah yeah) I'm talking Perkys the X and the bars That codine done made me a junkie Turn up the city I'm beating the odds Even the opps gotta look (Turnt up) (Go) I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds I'm talkin' money the clothes the cars I'm finna fuck up the summer (Yeah) (Yeah) I'm talkin' Perkys the X and the bar That codine done made me a junkie (Yeah) Turn up the city I'm beating the odds Even the opps gotta look (Nigga) (I just need my space right now)
Writer(s): Marcellus Rayvon Register, Evan Jarrod Scaife Milton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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