Tahoe - Babyface Ray

48 hours a day, you know what I mean?

Took the vibes up to Tahoe, one on one

I’m to the field, I feel like Pablo (One on one)

One on one, slap a thousand of them, dry slow (One on one)

12 can’t stop shit, I feel like Ralo (Uh, uh), yeah

Real estate in the hill, really I’m just grindin' (Really I’m just)

No furniture, just some money counters, niggas pourin'

I really can’t complain, life is good, bitch it’s going (I can’t complain)

Three hours back, West Coast, they said it’s snowing

Get it, then forget it

Practice social distance (Practice social distance)

I can’t even sleep, Adderalls got me geeked (I'm geeked)

Diced pineapples, I just turned that lil' bitch peach (Yeah)

Count it, then recount it, I’m just tryna keep it neat (Tryna keep it neat)

Bought her for the week

Stuffed it in a twenty-ounce, it’s spillin' on my jeans (Saint Laurent)

Reckless with the check like that shit falling from the leaves (Whew)

A Louis like it’s Power, shit, I’m waiting on that new season

Told her you ain’t gotta tease me (Mm-mm)

Ain’t did shit, they hatin', I’ma give these boys a reason (Ain't did shit)

Once yo' numbers up, then nigga get me on the remix (Come on)

Left a bag in Vegas, scooped a bag in Phoenix (Scooped a bag in Phoenix)

Left it in the club though, they act like they ain’t seen it

Niggas got a lot to say, forget it when they see me (Damn)

She rub me the right way, I’ll be that lil' bitch genie (I might)

I be headin' down the wrong road for money 'cause I need it (On god)

Sacrifice, thinking long term, my vision clear, I see it

Put that shit on paper, numbers low, negotiate it (Negotiate it)

Don’t wanna take the risk, they know I’m associated (Yeah)

LA smoking ghost, lil' boy you will never taste it (You will never taste it)

Milkin' for the money and I pray I’m never famous (Uh-un)

Ask a lot of questions, damn, who you investigating?

(Who you investigating?)

Living like I made it, they say I’m the next to make it (I'm the next to make

it)

Percocets and vitamins, I’m eating turkey bacon

Baby bottles different colors and her mama Gerber baby (For real)

Running through the— (Running)

Running through this shit with my woes

Playing by the rules, pay my dues, pay them tolls (Yeah)

I come from them back streets, wrist like a strobe

Young black nigga in the hood, ooh that’s goals (Bitch)

She came in ready to do her thing, now she gone (Yeah)

We ain’t gotta act like it’s a secret, girl we grown

Why your friend keep tryna mess around and take off her clothes?

You know I don’t need this selfish shit, die alone

Selfish shit, die alone

Selfish shit, die alone