"FACE LIFT" lyrics

It's going down like a basement
Up like a face lift
Down like a basement
Up, up, up, up
Up like a face lift
Down like a basement
Down like a basement
Up like a, up like a

Aye, no more Mr. Nice Guy
Tried to help him out and throw a lifeline
But you rather Sync, bye-bye-bye
Aye, if things are getting spicy like Sriracha
I'ma make a call and they gon' slide like the cha-cha
Oh, you wanna be a boss? I'm out here taking calls
It's a Saturday, I'm about three coffees in
Shout out latter day, that's an average day
Swinging for the fences like the batting cage
Rather take the money over accolades

It's going down like a basement
Up like a face lift
Down like a basement
Up, up, up, up
Up like a face lift
Down like a basement
Down like a basement
Up like a, up like a

I stayed leveled up, ninety-nine, saved the one
Christ made a king outta crud, I clock in the mud
This here landmine, no dud
Evil afoot, now undone
I don't need your funds, what? Aye
Keep it all indie, don't keep with the Jones
Said they rock with it, like, dog, who you kidding?
You'd turn me a corpse, so don't toss me no bone
Praise the Lord that He make a soul feel so Richie Rich
I run it back like I'm Chris Tucker with gefilte fish
And all the bread, always multiply, I ain't copping drip
Until the clique debt free, wait, how much you said you spent on your wrist?

It's going down like a basement
Up like a face lift
Down like a basement
Up, up, up, up
Up like a face lift
Down like a basement
Down like a basement
Up like a, up like a