Facts - Buck Fifty, Bass Santana, Fynesse

To Bass be the glory

What?

Uh, huh, yeah

I be poopin'

Bitch, I be zooted (What?)

(What?), yeah

Ayy

Bitch, get the fuck out my face (My face)

Bitch, get the fuck out my lane (My lane)

I want the money, fuck the fame (Fuck the fame)

Now I feel like shit gon' change, yeah (Change)

Only did it for the pay (Ayy)

Never was the one to play (Ayy)

Niggas talkin' ‘bout a fade (Fade)

So we’ll pull up with the ‘K (Pull up with the ‘K)

Bitch, get the fuck out my face (My face)

Bitch, get the fuck out my lane (My lane)

I want the money, fuck the fame (Fuck the fame)

Now I feel like shit gon' change, yeah (Change)

Only did it for the pay (What?)

Never was the one to play (Wait)

Niggas talkin' ‘bout a fade (What?)

So we’ll pull up with the ‘K

So you ain’t suckin', you ain’t fuckin'

Bitch, you might just have to go

I show love to my old lady but still disrespect the hoes

If you move wrong with my money, that might be your final move

I be servin' niggas' mommas, aunties, sisters, cousins too

I see undercover charges like these niggas' phones was dead

I see success in my future and it’s gettin' to my head

You ain’t shit, you can’t tell me shit once I get this bread

Takin' risk, I been takin' risks, might jump off the edge

Elemental, I might guard you

Guard your daughter, can’t guard this pistol

Nigga, Avatar with the arrows pointed

Nigga, tell your bitch don’t touch, Skott’s anoiting

Papi got you, let her drive the foreign

Let her crash and make her pay it off

Quit the talk and you gon' pay the cost

Make a dirty bitch kiss the Mercedes gloss, yuh

Here we go, run up on me, you get pita-rolled

Tony Stark, I’m with the, shawty

Pop a pill and pop the horse off the ‘Rari

She ain’t suckin', she ain’t fuckin'

Boy, you gotta let her go

‘Cause this dick here, it ain’t for free

Sometimes you gotta let ‘em know (What?)

Bitch, get the fuck out my face (My face)

Bitch, get the fuck out my lane (My lane)

I want the money, fuck the fame (Fuck the fame)

Now I feel like shit gon' change, yeah (Change)

Only did it for the pay (Ayy)

Never was the one to play (Ayy)

Niggas talkin' ‘bout a fade (Fade)

So we’ll pull up with the ‘K (Pull up with the ‘K)

Bitch, get the fuck out my face (My face)

Bitch, get the fuck out my lane (My lane)

I want the money, fuck the fame (Fuck the fame)

Now I feel like shit gon' change, yeah (Change)

Only did it for the pay (Ayy)

Never was the one to play (Ayy)

Niggas talkin' ‘bout a fade (Ayy)

So we’ll pull up with the ‘K

Foreign nightmares, crashin' new McLarens

Houdini, she keep disappearing

the plug, no interference

You want so smoke so you could meet the

My .380 trippin' and my Glock starin'

Residue from the pot smearin'

so it go for clearance (Uh-huh)

I was trappin' (Facts)

Pack strong, got a hernia (Never)

You said you lit, never heard of ya

Fuck you, nigga, I’m a burier

Said your plug

I got a drop, I’ma kill the carrier (Uh-huh)

You sent your dogs but they Terriers

The dope stronger than malaria

Hey!

Bitch, get the fuck out my face (My face)

Bitch, get the fuck out my lane (My lane)

I want the money, fuck the fame (Fuck the fame)

Now I feel like shit gon' change, yeah (Change)

Only did it for the pay (Ayy)

Never was the one to play (Ayy)

Niggas talkin' ‘bout a fade (Fade)

So we’ll pull up with the ‘K (Pull up with the ‘K)

Bitch, get the fuck out my face (My face)

Bitch, get the fuck out my lane (My lane)

I want the money, fuck the fame (Fuck the fame)

Now I feel like shit gon' change, yeah (Change)

Only did it for the pay (Ayy)

Never was the one to play (Ayy)

Niggas talkin' ‘bout a fade (Fade)

So we’ll pull up with the ‘K (Pull up with the ‘K)