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Babyface Ray Lyrics


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Hmm
You know what I'm sayin', baby? (Okay, Kmoney)
We vibin' and shit, man
Don't get it fucked up though
Could never be that
Could never be that, man
Yeah
Ayy

I don't want you, I just wanna fuck you (yeah), let your nigga love you
You on me 'cause I'm gettin' money, that's all you gettin' from me (that's all)
She just wanna rock your chain just because your pendant flooded
Pray to Dod I make it off this shit 'cause all my niggas hustle (I got to)
Niggas sendin' shots, but they don't never come direct (never)
I'm in the Rafs without the laces, but it's shoestrings on my TEC
I keep that Styro' on my right, but I spent blue cheese on my left
A hundred grams, it's fresh off the press, it's two G's on my belt (yeah)
I'm exhausted, I'm fresh off the road, man, groupies give me sex (come on)
I'm a boss, don't let 'em lie, they might confuse me with the help (they might)
Man, I'm cut from a different cloth
Yeah, I be drippin' sauce (yeah)
I might have to sit and map it out because these niggas lost
Advise you not to piss me off
One call and I can get you chalked (hello?)
Do it on my own 'cause niggas snitchin', that's what get you caught
I had a talk with God, "Give me the torch and I'ma never change"
I had a talk with bro like, "What's a profit?" We press everything

Money over bitches
Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah
Money over bitches
Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah
Ha, ayy
Money over bitches
Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah
Money over bitches
Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah
Ayy

Got a nigga, bitch, why would I trust you? (Yeah)
Drop me to Kentucky (phew)
Turn you up, you might get lucky (you might)
Let her rock the buffies
Don't hate the player, hate the game, woah, I learned that from my uncle
Fuck the rappin', 'fore we had it poppin', had the traps, was jumpin'
Gotta get it, they won't feed you
Gotti, tell 'em, "Free you" (my nigga)
You the only one that seen it
We still here, no, I can't leave you (know that)
Like my wrist Patron plat', catch me stuntin' out a beamer
They show love across the map, but just know this shit get evil
I got dollars on up, tote 'em like they legal (yeah)
Fuck her like she mine
Hear a car, get in them blinds (I'm gone)
Thuggin' in disguise
I thank God I beat the odds (thank God)
Stand on business, press the line
Give it all up to Chevaughn
Doin' donuts in the Mas', donuts on the mob
It get hot, they switch up sides
It go up, then who gon' ride?
Screamin', "We the mob, free the mob!" that's on everything (free the mob)
Lil' cuz clean him up for a dime, waves on every chain

Money over bitches
Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah
Money over bitches
Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah
Ha, ayy
Money over bitches
Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah




Money over bitches
Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah, ayy

Overall Meaning

The song "Mob" by Babyface Ray is a strong assertion of his loyalty to money and his commitment to his crew. In the opening lines, he makes it clear that he has no desire for a committed relationship with a woman, using her for sex and nothing more. He also emphasizes that his only concern is money, and anyone who seeks to be in his circle should share that sentiment. Ray calls out his haters who talk behind his back but can never confront him directly.


The chorus exemplifies how Babyface Ray values money more than anything else. He repeats the phrase "Money over bitches" several times, reinforcing the idea that his wealth is his number one priority. He goes on to describe how he had to hustle to get where he is and reminds listeners not to trust anyone who wasn't there from the start. Ray shows appreciation for his closest associates, talking about his dealings with friends who he trusts over new acquaintances.


In conclusion, Babyface Ray's song "Mob" is an anthem for his love of money and disdain for anyone who isn't loyal to it. The theme of loyalty runs throughout the lyrics of the song, highlighting the importance of staying true to oneself and one's crew no matter what.


Line by Line Meaning

I don't want you, I just wanna fuck you (yeah), let your nigga love you
I don't want an emotional connection with you, just sex, and I don't care if your boyfriend loves you


You on me 'cause I'm gettin' money, that's all you gettin' from me (that's all)
You are only interested in me because of my money, and that's all you're going to get from me


She just wanna rock your chain just because your pendant flooded
She only wants to wear your chain because of the diamonds that are on the pendant


Pray to Dod I make it off this shit 'cause all my niggas hustle (I got to)
I'm hoping to make it off the streets because all of my friends are involved in illegal activities


Niggas sendin' shots, but they don't never come direct (never)
People are always sending me indirect threats, but they never confront me directly


I'm in the Rafs without the laces, but it's shoestrings on my TEC
I'm wearing designer shoes without the laces, but my gun is outfitted with shoestrings


I keep that Styro' on my right, but I spent blue cheese on my left
I'm carrying drugs on my right side, but I'm also carrying a lot of money on my left side


A hundred grams, it's fresh off the press, it's two G's on my belt (yeah)
I just got a fresh batch of drugs, and there's $2,000 tucked into my belt


I'm exhausted, I'm fresh off the road, man, groupies give me sex (come on)
I'm worn out from touring, but girls still throw themselves at me for sex


I'm a boss, don't let 'em lie, they might confuse me with the help (they might)
I'm in charge, but people might treat me like I'm just an employee


Man, I'm cut from a different cloth
I'm unique and different from most people in my environment


Yeah, I be drippin' sauce (yeah)
I have a lot of style and charisma


I might have to sit and map it out because these niggas lost
I need to analyze the situation because other people don't know what they're doing


Advise you not to piss me off
It's not a good idea to anger me


One call and I can get you chalked (hello?)
I have contacts who can harm or kill someone if I give them a call


Do it on my own 'cause niggas snitchin', that's what get you caught
I have to act alone because my peers are informing on each other


I had a talk with God, "Give me the torch and I'ma never change"
I prayed to God to give me the power to become a leader and never deviate from my goals


I had a talk with bro like, "What's a profit?" We press everything
I had a discussion with my friend about the value of money, and we will do anything to obtain it


Got a nigga, bitch, why would I trust you? (Yeah)
I have someone else's girlfriend, so why would I trust you?


Drop me to Kentucky (phew)
Take me to Kentucky, that's a relief


Turn you up, you might get lucky (you might)
I might give you a chance to be successful


Let her rock the buffies
Allow her to wear some expensive jewelry


Don't hate the player, hate the game, woah, I learned that from my uncle
Don't blame me for playing the game, learn to hate the game itself, I learned this lesson from my uncle


Fuck the rappin', 'fore we had it poppin', had the traps, was jumpin'
We were making money even before we started rapping, we were involved in illegal activities


Gotta get it, they won't feed you
You have to work hard to achieve your goals because no one else will do it for you


Gotti, tell 'em, "Free you" (my nigga)
Gotti, my friend, is asking the authorities to release you


You the only one that seen it
You're the only one who witnessed what happened


We still here, no, I can't leave you (know that)
We're still around, and I can't abandon you (understand that)


Like my wrist Patron plat', catch me stuntin' out a beamer
My watch is expensive and flashy, and you'll see me driving around in a BMW


They show love across the map, but just know this shit get evil
People show me love in different locations, but they don't realize how dangerous it can be


I got dollars on up, tote 'em like they legal (yeah)
I have a lot of cash on me and I carry it like it's legal


Fuck her like she mine
I'm having sex with her as if she's my own


Hear a car, get in them blinds (I'm gone)
If I hear a car, I'll hide behind something (I'll disappear)


Thuggin' in disguise
Acting in a criminal manner while hiding my true intentions


I thank God I beat the odds (thank God)
I'm grateful to have overcome difficult circumstances (thank God)


Stand on business, press the line
I'm focused on getting things done and moving forward


Give it all up to Chevaughn
Dedicated to my friend named Chevaughn


Doin' donuts in the Mas', donuts on the mob
Doing circular car movements in my Maserati while surrounding my friends


It get hot, they switch up sides
When it gets tough, people change teams


It go up, then who gon' ride?
If everything is going great, who will still stick around?


Screamin', "We the mob, free the mob!" that's on everything (free the mob)
Yelling out "We are the gang, free the gang!" with all my power (free the gang)


Lil' cuz clean him up for a dime, waves on every chain
My little cousin cleans his gun for $10, and he has wavy chains around his neck


Money over bitches
I choose money over girls


Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah
Money is more important than anything else (including girls)




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Written by: Kareem Devon Johnson, Marcellus Register

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@moneybagshawty7086

This might be the hardest 1 hard to choose he gave us 20 tracks all fire ๐Ÿ”ฅ

@mrj5695

Ray did it again

@Gremlin8

Real nรญgga anthem ๐Ÿ”ฅ

@ejohnson3130

Man the way this beat came on ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐ŸŒŠ

@krispykev9754

Sound like an HBK song ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ

@JayDeezay

this shit so hard i wish G.T. was on this too, shit would go crazy !!!

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@sunnylu813

Or currency

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