Jay 305 - $ex Faces 2015 lyrics

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] Yup, I'm vibing with you Go ahead and make your home movie girl I'm riding with you 'My Type of Party' still bumping in the 60's Me and Archie Davis like Face and J. Prince We only make endz cutoff your fake friends Take a vacation with me just say when I ain't been nowhere in a while but laid back Get all up in her ear and state facts I ain't from Houston look baby where Dreams at I can do the Southside too stream that Ass like, pretty and a mean rack I took another sip of the yac' and leaned back To my surprise she forgot who my face is The same one from 3 years ago in here waiting On her to realize the truth in her sights But that ain't gone stop me from f**ing on her tonight I'm not the one with my shirt off on the mic But we do freaky sh** I tickle her on her right Take a little time for yourself you need help I'm not only talking about wealth I mean health It's not good to have that pinned up all inside When all you got to do is call me and take a ride Listen to some 40, Nas, or Do or Die She brought a pair of heels, sandals, and puma clydes Anybody get in the way get minimized But I rather worry about if the chicken is tenderized Blue, red, and green in her eyes is this a sign She don't got a f**ing Snapchat or a Vine So i took her to a world of a lot of 'Lex Faces A lot of car keys, you just a spectator (whoa) n***as like me do this sh** all the time I might buy a house in Sugar-land, I'm bored [Chorus: Devin The Dude] You must be used to all the finer things Infatuated by what money brings It seems to me you, will never change (and you hoe n***as) So all that's left is for us to exchange [Verse 2: Jay 305] Checking in the Viceroy Baby all on me back up I f** your life up Hotel gym pull up do some push ups Run 2 miles J1 I need a fresh cut Champagne sipping pour it out fresh cup Santal 33 smelling like milly Balmain belt holding up the Dickies Snapchat that p**y wax and DM's is tricky She got some bomb head but the the p**y was mickey f**ed her homegirl, small world, Disney Don't shop the malls these days I'm to picky Saint Laurent shades gold chains with the baldy A/C at 65 bumping Still Callin Other People Money's ya b**h we still ballin Jay 305 ya b**h I'm still ballin ya dick And I'm tell you this secret Every b**h I f**ed done s**ed my dick AKA Mr. never-seen-with-a-weak-b**h And that's how I gone keep it I'm cold on these hoes like Alaska (church) Came through, Dom had one I had one, we was somewhere I can't remember, we been so many places