"Facts" lyrics
Huh
Huh
Yeah, the Fast Money way
Hmm, huh, yeah
Huh, yeah
(Damjonboi)
Yeah
Bitch, I speak the facts (Facts), and I keep some racks (Yeah)
No less than forty thousand on me when I walk in Saks
I mix the Wocky with the red, this shit taste like Act'
That bitch was sloppy with the head, oh man, I sent her back
I just might pull up in that Benz with no roof attached
Do the Chanel off the Dior, this shit don't even match
Mike Amiris tight as hell, but they hold fifty racks
I ain't never did a situp, but I pushed the packs
I see your bitch lookin', she see my chain dancin'
But I'ma one night her, it ain't no romancin' (Nah)
Fuck buyin' jewelry, I got enough fashion
It's time to run this shit up and make some smart advancements
I got gang with me, it ain't no pressin' (Nah)
Skis gon' bust a nigga head, that ain't no question
Airbnb big as hell, got your ho naked
Chopsticks sittin' on the floor, told lil' bro rack it
Back to business, bitch, I'm five for five, I'ma keep flexin'
Cut a big brick down the middle like a C-section
I be in the tail with real niggas in the G section
You be in the club with broke bitches in the cheap section (Yeah)
Bitch, I speak the facts (Facts), and I keep some racks (Racks)
No less than forty thousand on me when I walk in Saks
I mix the Wocky with the red, this shit taste like Act'
That bitch was sloppy with the head, oh man, I sent her back
I just might pull up in that Benz with no roof attached
Do the Chanel off the Dior, this shit don't even match
Mike Amiris tight as hell, but they hold fifty racks
I ain't never did a situp, but I pushed the packs
I know niggas that's gon' slide for the kid, ayy
I got hit, niggas gon' die for that shit
Don't be surprised when we slide by your crib
You went deep, you gotta move you in your kids
Catch your bitch while she comin' home from work, hmm
Walk her in, you gon' get the treatment first (Yeah)
I looked at bro, told him do what we rehearsed
Knock his dick in the dirt if we gon' skrrt
We really up around this bitch from what it's worth
Show up to a nigga living room, flip the earth
Bitch tryna give that pussy up for a verse
I told the bitch I'm strapped, but if it's good, you get a purse
Yeah
Bitch, I speak the facts (Facts), and I keep some racks (Racks)
No less than forty thousand on me when I walk in Saks (Walk in Saks)
I mix the Wocky with the red, this shit taste like Act'
That bitch was sloppy with the head, oh man, I sent her back
I just might pull up in that Benz with no roof attached
Do the Chanel off the Dior, this shit don't even match
Mike Amiris tight as hell, but they hold fifty racks
I ain't never did a situp, but I pushed the packs (Yeah)
Huh
Yeah, the Fast Money way
Hmm, huh, yeah
Huh, yeah
(Damjonboi)
Yeah
Bitch, I speak the facts (Facts), and I keep some racks (Yeah)
No less than forty thousand on me when I walk in Saks
I mix the Wocky with the red, this shit taste like Act'
That bitch was sloppy with the head, oh man, I sent her back
I just might pull up in that Benz with no roof attached
Do the Chanel off the Dior, this shit don't even match
Mike Amiris tight as hell, but they hold fifty racks
I ain't never did a situp, but I pushed the packs
I see your bitch lookin', she see my chain dancin'
But I'ma one night her, it ain't no romancin' (Nah)
Fuck buyin' jewelry, I got enough fashion
It's time to run this shit up and make some smart advancements
I got gang with me, it ain't no pressin' (Nah)
Skis gon' bust a nigga head, that ain't no question
Airbnb big as hell, got your ho naked
Chopsticks sittin' on the floor, told lil' bro rack it
Back to business, bitch, I'm five for five, I'ma keep flexin'
Cut a big brick down the middle like a C-section
I be in the tail with real niggas in the G section
You be in the club with broke bitches in the cheap section (Yeah)
Bitch, I speak the facts (Facts), and I keep some racks (Racks)
No less than forty thousand on me when I walk in Saks
I mix the Wocky with the red, this shit taste like Act'
That bitch was sloppy with the head, oh man, I sent her back
I just might pull up in that Benz with no roof attached
Do the Chanel off the Dior, this shit don't even match
Mike Amiris tight as hell, but they hold fifty racks
I ain't never did a situp, but I pushed the packs
I know niggas that's gon' slide for the kid, ayy
I got hit, niggas gon' die for that shit
Don't be surprised when we slide by your crib
You went deep, you gotta move you in your kids
Catch your bitch while she comin' home from work, hmm
Walk her in, you gon' get the treatment first (Yeah)
I looked at bro, told him do what we rehearsed
Knock his dick in the dirt if we gon' skrrt
We really up around this bitch from what it's worth
Show up to a nigga living room, flip the earth
Bitch tryna give that pussy up for a verse
I told the bitch I'm strapped, but if it's good, you get a purse
Yeah
Bitch, I speak the facts (Facts), and I keep some racks (Racks)
No less than forty thousand on me when I walk in Saks (Walk in Saks)
I mix the Wocky with the red, this shit taste like Act'
That bitch was sloppy with the head, oh man, I sent her back
I just might pull up in that Benz with no roof attached
Do the Chanel off the Dior, this shit don't even match
Mike Amiris tight as hell, but they hold fifty racks
I ain't never did a situp, but I pushed the packs (Yeah)
