Faces

This is what you need (hey) I came with plenty (racks) This is what you need Wear my heart (heart), on my sleeve (hey) Sit me down, baby, tell me where to be Cross my heart, the door ajar unless it's Bentley Say, when I wanna turn my back, don't go knock on my dawg door (yeah, yeah) I'm makin' love to shawty, oh (yeah) Ayy sis, spendin' it up Okay, you beat your cases and you don't have to sell the can now (sell the can now) And her fuckin' ring look like the Grand Slam (whoa) Oh, I'ma have to take a Bentley just to transit (whoa) Eat us some lobsters, just the bros, I left the hoes out Lost thirty million this year and that's with the shows out (whoa) 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 Racist, pockets full of big faces Get you paid quick Walk up on 'em and just face it (baow) Open cases, guess they thought I was somethin' to play with (woo) Watch me falsetto out in Vegas with your lady (woo) Tryna rob you, chances are slimmer than shady (yeah) She got her hair 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 But tell me is you breathin'? Tell me if you caught a fever Strictly for cuttin' up every season (oh) I took her out, seein' it changed me I took her out, you 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 'bout your ratchet ass I hope you plan on growin' up with your ratchet ass, yeah La-la-la, la-la-la Ooh, ooh, na-na I don't wanna get no crown Blessed with her heartaches My heart gone --- Faces - Young Thug