Babyface Ray - 6 Mile Show lyrics

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo] (Southside on the track, yeah) Big business [Chorus: Babyface Ray & Icewear Vezzo] One blue hundred, she'll dance for me She know I got a check, keep harassin' me It's a mess on my neck, keep starin' at me "Face, what it hit for?" They keep askin' me Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin' me Man, the money counter still ain't fast as me Gettin' money right now, ain't no time to beef Forty-eight hours, I ain't had no sleep (Yeah) [Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo] Ho, you a fool Thinkin' I'd kick my cup for a b*tch, put her over my juice Glock 19, I ain't playin' with ni**as I'll up that b*tch, put bro on the news sh*t changed me, all this goddamn ice I gotta fu*k first night, can't go for the fool Basically, I ain't with the waitin' patiently Only here for a day, let's go to the room [Chorus: Babyface Ray] One blue hundred, she'll dance for me She know I got a check, keep harassin' me It's a mess on my neck, keep starin' at me "Face, what it hit for?" They keep askin' me Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin' me Man, the money counter still ain't fast as me Gettin' money right now, ain't no time to beef Forty-eight hours, I ain't had no sleep [Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo] Yeah, you ain't gettin' money, you dead to me Got a bad lil' b*tch, pop Xans with me Glock 19, quit playin' with me Throw the head for free, I ain't payin' a freak Bustdown Patek Rich-ass Crip, I'll change your life, got bands for weeks fu*k is you sayin'? b*tch don't jam Big chop so big like a van, a Jeep [Chorus: Babyface Ray] One blue hundred, she'll dance for me She know I got a check, keep harassin' me It's a mess on my neck, keep starin' at me "Face, what it hit for?" They keep askin' me Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin' me Man, the money counter still ain't fast as me Gettin' money right now, ain't no time to beef Forty-eight hours, I ain't had no sleep [Verse 3: Icewear Vezzo] Ain't no lovin' a s*ut Shorty in love with the dick Double up, I'm in love with my cup I'm in love with them bands Lil' b*tch, stick to the script Cop ice, spend a hundred or plus I'm in love with that fin Deep dish, stuffin' the bands New 'Vette, yeah, the trunk in the front [Chorus: Babyface Ray] One blue hundred, she'll dance for me She know I got a check, keep harassin' me It's a mess on my neck, keep starin' at me "Face, what it hit for?" They keep askin' me Just hopped off the stage, hoes grabbin' me Man, the money counter still ain't fast as me Gettin' money right now, ain't no time to beef (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) [Chorus: Icewear Vezzo] Yeah, I can't waste no mud (Never), or waste no time Freaky b*tch, you ain't no dime Head ain't good, that's a waste of mine Spent three thousand on my soda We sip pints, this ain't no line I like all my jewelry bright Dior shades, I can't go blind Yeah, Rollie on my wrist (Bustdown), I mean this a Mueller VVSs, this b*tch stupid Them SIs, should kill your jeweler Ice her wrist out if she bad Seen his water, now she choosin' Spent ten thousand up in Louis Gave five thousand to my shooter [Verse 4: Babyface Ray] Ayy, I gotta beg her to leave me Believe me, I'm havin' a check if she need it (Believe me) Closet, it change with the season (Yeah) Got somethin' ridin' with the reaper, yeah (Yeah) Trust me, it get deeper Money, it's turnin' her on, she leakin' (Yeah) My new piece like broke glass ni**a play fraud, get no pass (b*tch) FN, shoot it with both hands Toss it in the S, it go fast How you in your bag with no bag? (Huh?) We don't do it for fame, want more cash Shooters behind the tint Catch him at the light, fu*k around, make bro crash (No cap) Shorty was on my dick So I fu*ked her in the suite, then left, now the ho mad (Go) Bankroll, sip a lot of drank I ain't trippin' 'bout nothin', ni**a (Bankroll, sip a lot of drank) These ni**as playin' snake games, so I gotta keep the cutter with me (These ni**as playin' with snakes) Paranoid Brick of 'caine, brick of boy (Yeah) Scoop a package up in Illinois (Yeah) Some sh*t, you just can't avoid (Uh) 41, paid forty for it [Chorus: Icewear Vezzo] Yeah, I can't waste no mud (Never), or waste no time Freaky b*tch, you ain't no dime Head ain't good, that's a waste of mine Spent three thousand on my soda We sip pints, this ain't no line I like all my jewelry bright Dior shades, I can't go blind Yeah, Rollie on my wrist (Bustdown), I mean this a Mueller VVSs, this b*tch stupid Them SIs, should kill your jeweler Ice her wrist out if she bad Seen his water, now she choosin' Spent ten thousand up in Louis Gave five thousand to my shooter