Family ​Over Money Lyrics – Babyface Ray

[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Poh, you a fool for this one
If you really balling for real (Let's do it)
These niggas ain't balling for real
Yeah Yeah

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Real niggas first, family over money
Kingpin dreams, trap house jumping (Trap)
Got my paper right
Now you can't tell me nothing (Nah)
Grind all winter
Fucking up the summer
Do it big time
Might go get a Hummer (Yeah)
Even though you lying
Tell me that you love me
If you really balling
Buy your bitches something
(If you really balling)
If you really balling
Buy your bitches something, nigga

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
New strand got me working bags
Should be in the booth
Fuck Instagram, won't go out sad
You gotta tell the truth
I play the back and turn my youngins up
Feel like my nigga Shoot
I'm in Miami feeling homeless, bro
My car ain't got no roof
Five star, sipping, eating lobster, big soup
Play with me, we hit the block
Look like we dropped a nuke
Hundred racks, cleared the whole bag
Just ask my nigga Deuce
Man, these streets done taught me everything
I shouldn't have went to school
Firm believer of what you put in is what you get
Put in work so goddamn long, now I'm lit
Scooped her up in the SVR, then sent a Lyft
Tell my kids, "The world is ours
What you want, you can get" (Got you)
Tears of joy, I'm grateful
Look how a nigga live
I'm exhausted, check your bags
I ain't got time to reminisce
He say he ain't feeling me
Then I probably hit his bitch
Tell my nigga keep his mans down
And shoot it like he RIP
We ain't doing no attempts
Man, her pussy so good I had to pay her rent
Hope you know that shit around for real
We ain't playing rich
Half a milli' for a townhouse
It's why I'm staying in
Too legit to quit, that shit old
I done did that shit
Man, my neck lit, turn her head
It's The Exorcist
Fucked your bitch good at 8 AM
Let's get some breakfast then
They done gave the wrong boy some money
Know I'm reckless with it
I don't respect these niggas
I don't fuck with 'em
Ones flying in that nigga section like
"Fuck niggas"
Drop a bag and free the old hood
Shit, Trump did it
Hit the door, these hoes already know
We the one, nigga

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Real niggas first, family over money
Kingpin dreams, trap house jumping (Jumping)
Got my paper right (Yeah)
Now you can't tell me nothing
(Can't tell me nothing)
Grind all winter (Grind)
Fucking up the summer
(Fucking up the summer)
Do it big time (Big)
Might go get a Hummer (Yeah)
Even though you lying
Tell me that you love me
If you really balling
Buy your bitches something
(If you really balling)
If you really balling
Buy your bitches something, nigga

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Looking up, seeing dark clouds
My pain running deep
Adderall, Perky, G6, I been dodging sleep
Can't stop, won't stop, word to Chris and Neef
Marble Louis dark shades on, tryna sneak and geek
Shoutout my nigga Goggle
Scorched a house for like a week
Nigga thought I wasn't a wolf until I smiled
He seen the teeth
Syrup got me slow motion
Ones falling like a leaf
Biography of Face Mob
Saying it over beats (For real)
Say she never had it before
I fucked her on the beach
I had to stop and put my heart away
Looked up and seen a leech
It's probably gone be RIP
If it's just you and me
I'm like Jesus, food on the table
Let my niggas eat
Demons in my sleep hunt me
Told her ass to leave, yeah
She gone see it's only one of me
Rich nigga, still treating shit like I'm hungry
Talking slick, caught his ass in public
And we stomping him (Nigga)
Designer bags all on the seat, it's hard to see
I'm in the industry to get all the money
Look, y'all can beef
I woke up late and got a text from my ho
"You dogging me"
I text her back and told her
"Bitch, if I'm broke, you offing me" (For real)
You know I know the game, I ain't no rookie
Know XXL the same, don't put me on no booklet
Calm down, baby fucked the gang
Ain't tripping 'bout no pussy
I hit the club, my ex was with a lame
I hope that bitch was looking
If you really balling
Nigga, where your jewels at?
Know I'm really balling
I be smashing coupes past
You ain't posted in a minute
Boy, you must be doing bad
They know Face be in his own lane
I'm never choosing sides, nigga

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
Real niggas first, family over money
Kingpin dreams, trap house jumping (Jumping)
Got my paper right (Yeah)
Now you can't tell me nothing
(Can't tell me nothing)
Grind all winter (Grind)
Ucking up the summer
(Fucking up the summer)
Do it big time (Big)
Might go get a Hummer (Yeah)
Even though you lying
Tell me that you love me
If you really balling
Buy your bitches something
(If you really balling)
If you really balling
Buy your bitches something, nigga