ray charles Lyrics

Wanna go legal, my bands in advance

My talking got bad bitches stuck in a trance

I met her in Monaco, hit her in France

My watch like Obama, presidential hands

Got chrome heart accessories

Bitches obsessed with me

Molly gon mess with me

Drugs get the best of me

I don't see shit like I'm Ray Charles

I must've been lit cause I ain't saw it

Never bought anything fake, nah

Got rich and my momma said thank God

Respected and shit cause I ain't fraud

Get neck from the bitch cause I play with her heart

I'm messing with bitches I make it my art

She tell me she love me not makin it far

Money I spend on a mink coat

Got hunneds and put em on this show

Invested in work and I'm sellin the work

If you need it just tell me be lettin me know

I'm tellin em all that you need is a goal

I'm makin the moves ain't nobody could know

I'm makin the buzz all I need is a phone

I know I made it when seein the rolls

Wanna go legal, my bands in advance

My talking got bad bitches stuck in a trance

I met her in Monaco, hit her in France

My watch like Obama, presidential hands

Got chrome heart accessories

Bitches obsessed with me

Molly gon mess with me

Drugs get the best of me

I don't see shit like I'm Ray Charles

I must've been lit cause I ain't saw it

Never bought anything fake, nah

Got rich and my momma said thank God

Respected and shit cause I ain't fraud

Get neck from the bitch cause I play with her heart

I'm messing with bitches I make it my art

She tell me she love me not makin it far

Mercedes, no this ain't no Scatpack

This Gucci, no this ain't no snap back

I'm workin outside of my backpack

That Birkin ain't buyin its ass back

I see the designer I might fold

These diamonds are shivering, ice cold

The colder my heart more the ice froze

My chain hella racist, it's white gold

My left wrist is heavy, got too many watches

I fuck her so good that she bought me a choppa

I hit her and go she won't see me tomorrow

These demons are lurking inside of the bottle

The money is awesome

I might never call her

You geekin off all of the drugs

That I offer

I'm stuck in my vision

No time for these bitches

I hit it and quit it

The money my mission

I wanna go legal, my bands in advance

My talking got bad bitches stuck in a trance

I met her in Monaco, hit her in France

My watch like Obama, presidential hands

Got chrome heart accessories

Bitches obsessed with me

Molly gon mess with me

Drugs get the best of me