Faces - Young Thug

I came with plenty racks

This is what you need

Wear my heart (Heart), on my sleeve (Hey)

Sit me down, baby, tell me what it is

Cross my heart the door ajar unless it’s Bentley

Say you wanna turn my back, don’t go knock on my dawg door (Yeah, yeah)

I’m makin' love to shawty, oh (Yeah)

Hey sis, spend it up

Okay, you beat your cases and you don’t have to sell the can now (Sell the can

now)

And that fuckin' ring look like the Grand Slam (Woah)

Oh, I’ma have to take a Bentley jet to transit (Woah)

Eat us some lobsters, just the bros, I left the hoes out

Lost thirty million this year and that’s with the shows out (Woah)

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

Them racists pockets full of big faces

Get’cha paid quick

Rock up on 'em and just face it (Bah)

Open cases, guess they thought I was something to play with (Woo)

Watch me falsetto out in Vegas with your lady (Woo)

Tryna rob you, the chance is slimer than shady (Yeah)

She got a head 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

Lil' shawty is you breathin'?

Tell me if you caught a fever

Strictly fuckin' up every season (Oh)

I took her out, seein' it changed me

I took her out, she 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 or your ratchet ass hoe

I hope you plan on growin' up with your ratchet ass, yeah

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah/La-la-la, la-la-la

Ooh, ooh, na-na

I don’t wanna get no crown

Blessed with her heartaches

My heart gone