Babyface Ray - Who Is That? Lyrics

(Money done geeked on this motherf*cker) ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy

She show it off, know I did it
I pop a ten and a Roxy, I can't even feel it
I pay for smoke in the city
Ain't have to pay for this shit, but I wan' see 'em winning
I still ain't meet Chinese Kitty (Kitty)
I gotta watch for that bitch 'cause more problems come with it
I just got rich in the Bay
She think I'm dealin' with packs, I let her just say

Ayy, I just found a route in the A
It's just like a runner, I beat it and pass to my niggas
I'm on them drugs every day
Poppin' them Percs back to back because I'm in the mili'
I get it and put it away
Dime after dime after dime 'til I reach me a ticket
I had to make me a way
'Member I was rappin' in the basement, feelin' like Tigger
Can't even hit her off deuce and a sixty
I went out to Cali, invested in Ricky
Ar with the drum, yeah, this bitch got a Micky
Spilt the lean on the money, now my shit all sticky (ayy)

Boy, you know that money through with you (through)
It's a one-on-two, f*ck 'em, leave the room (yeah)
Need a straightjacket, illest in the room (straightjacket)
Press a button in this bitch, ceiling move back
Murder everything, they like, "Who is that?"
They like, "Who is that?" They ask, "Who is that?" (Face)
Bad bitches trailin', they like, "Who is that?" (Gang, gang)
They like, "Who is that?" They like, "Who is that?" (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Ayy, windshield tinted, they like, "Who is that?" (Yeah)
They like, "Who is that?" They like, "Who is that?" (Yeah)
Engine keep on screamin', they like, "Who is that?"
They like, "Who is that?" They like, "Who is that?" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Money done geeked on this motherf*cker) yeah

You know who the f*ck it is
They say I'm that nigga when we walkin' in
I'm leanin', might never see straight again
Every nigga with me got a cup in hand
Tell the lean god I'll never find love again
I'm a slimy lil' nigga, I'll f*ck her friend
I can't speak Japanese, my clothes Japan
I'm with Tune, I can't ride, live life again
F*ckin' her quick, ain't no cuddling
It's blood on this money, my hundreds red
I'm in the cut with Wonderful nephew
Sippin' this mud 'cause we come from it
It's a few bad bitches that I left stranded
Hopefully a nigga come cuff they ass
I feel like karma still want me back
Runnin' too crazy, I'm b-, uh, you can keep it like that

Bad bitches trailin', they like, "Who is that?"
They like, "Who is that?" They like, "Who is that?"
Ayy, windshield tinted, they like, "Who is that?"
They like, "Who is that?" They like, "Who is that?"
Engine keep on screamin', they like, "Who is that?"
They like, "Who is that?" They like, "Who is that?"