Текст песни Babyface Ray - Can't Be Me

Hood Rich
Hood Rich Keem, yeah, I'm thinkin' 'bout signin' that guy

What type of nigga frontin' money for a ho?
Damn, that ain't P, boy, it couldn't been me
Call Miami G, goin' live on the boat
Pop one with me, got the whole yacht geeked
She say a nigga name when I hold her by the throat
Bae a big freak, but that's all I need to know
New Rolex in the mail at my door
Shit you ain't seen, sir, can you sign please?

Never fold, man, it's money, I can't let it go
You keep your face clean, you move correct, they probably never know
Never say nothin' when it's 'round the bitches, if you know, you know
Never turn my back on my nigga, if I go, you go
They tryna do a write-up on my nigga, we need HBO
We need eighty of 'em by tomorrow, in a week, they gone
We gon' pay the lawyer just because I tried to bring 'em home
Get well to my nigga, Show, and free my nigga, Mone
Man, the times changed, and the streets crazy
Caught my nephew with a chopper just the other day
Free my nigga, Rockstar B, he on the way
I'm in the club with who you love, I told her, "Hold my drink"
Then I walked away, for another bitch
We all finna play, I do what they can't
Get the money, treat her right, don't turn to Franklin Saint
Another day, another dollar, tryna break the bank
Rice Krispie 'cause the clips, snap, crackle, pop
Mob ties, but I promise I ain't Rap-A-Lot
Ain't no standin' in the spot, you gon' have to cop
I know you tote the motherfucker, but, have that ratchet shot
I know you fine as hell, baby, but is that pussy good?
You can make another one fuckin' with the cut
Brodie almost died just from hookin' up (I swear)

What type of nigga frontin' money for a ho?
Damn, that ain't P, boy, it couldn't been me
Call Miami G, goin' live on the boat
Pop one with me, got the whole yacht geeked
She say a nigga name when I hold her by the throat
Bae a big freak, but that's all I need to know
New Rolex in the mail at my door
Shit you ain't seen, sir, can you sign please?

What type of nigga pillow talk with a freak?
Ain't make it to the room, shit, I cut her on the beach
I'ma set the table, shit, everybody eat
If one movin' wrong, shit, we all lookin' weak
Your watch, your lil' chain, that ain't ballin' to me
I can't believe my bankroll taller than me
I can't believe
Pull that mini-Drac', bro, and walk down your street
Creepin' slow down your block, is you with it or you not, nigga?
Another hat in the air, he's a hot nigga
I got diamonds in the sky like the Roc, nigga
Diamonds in the sky
You ain't never catch me on Watch Busters
Came a long way from rentin' games out of Blockbuster
Chemistry, mix the potion, then change the pop color
The fuck out my booth and let me rock somethin'
Real nigga, lil' dog, I'm not one
Hit it with some ice, let it lock up
What type of nigga frontin' money for a ho?
Damn, that ain't P, boy, it couldn't been me
Call Miami G, goin' live on the boat
Pop one with me, got the whole yacht geeked
She say a nigga name when I hold her by the throat
Bae a big freak, but that's all I need to know
New Rolex in the mail at my door
Shit you ain't seen, sir, can you sign please?