Rick Ross & Rich The Kid – Face Down Lyrics

Rick Ross & Rich The Kid – Face Down Lyrics
Face Down
Rick Ross & Rich The Kid
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    "Face Down." - Rick Ross & Rich The Kid

    Album: Set In Stone
    Track No: 04

    Metro
    Set in stone
    Baby
    I ain't trippin'
    I ain't trippin', send a jet for you
    For you, for you
    I'ma pay the bills for you, for you

    Tell her ass up, face down
    Face down, face down
    Shake it, go on, turn around
    Throw that ass 'round and 'round
    And I might bust it down
    Really rich, I've been gettin' rich since Soundcloud

    Ass up, face down
    Face down, face down
    Ass up, face down
    Face down, face down
    I tell her ass up, face down

    This one for Magic City
    Walkin' in Booby Trap, and I wanna see some ass and titties
    I'm rich forever, none of these nigga really ain't fuckin' with me
    Said I was savin' up, but fuck around and spent a milli'
    I bought her new shoes and new Chanel, ball like the NFL
    These racks stuck on me like Velcro, they wrap around my belt
    Your bitch go on a shelf
    In this bitch throwin' so many racks, these hoes might call for help

    Tell her ass up, face down
    Face down (face down), face down
    Shake it, go on, turn around
    Throw that ass 'round and 'round
    And I might bust it down
    Really rich, I've been gettin' rich since Soundcloud

    Ass up, face down
    Face down (face down), face down
    Ass up, face down
    Face down, face down
    I tell her ass up, face down

    Drop it low and watch me pick it up, Ferrari pickup truck
    Rings on my fingers, leavin' diamonds in her butt
    All the bitches I could fuck, some nigga call it luck
    In my Chrome Heart denim and they run a buck
    The weed man see my numbers, so he know to come
    Shoot up the club, we had another hundred in the drum

    Let's hit Amiri, spend another hundred just for fun
    I love ballin' with my nigga, party just begun
    We in the club, it's pitch dark, I got my shades on
    My diamonds jumpin' like they got a pair of J's on
    I left the jet on the runway, we flyin' straight home
    I bust a nut and fuck her once again, I stay strong

    Tell her ass up, face down
    Face down (face down), face down
    Shake it, go on, turn around
    Throw that ass 'round and 'round
    And I might bust it down
    Really rich, I've been gettin' rich since Soundcloud

    Ass up, face down
    Face down (face down), face down
    Ass up, face down
    Face down, face down
    I tell her ass up, face down

    Set in stone

    Writer(s): Metro Boomin, MIKE DEAN, Rich The Kid, Rick Ross.

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