"Face Down" lyrics
Rick Ross & Rich The Kid Lyrics
(Metro)
(Set in Stone)
Go, go
(Go, go)
Baby
I ain't trippin'
I ain't trippin', send a jet for you (Jet for you)
For you, for you
I'ma pay the bills for you, for you
Car note for her
Tell her ass up, face down (Woo, go)
Face down (Go), face down (Go, go)
Shake it, go on, turn around (Go)
Throw that ass 'round and 'round (Go, 'round)
And I might bust you down (Down)
Really rich, I've been gettin' rich since SoundCloud (Woo)
Ass up, face down (Woo, go)
Face down (Face down), face down
Ass up, face down
Face down (Go, go), face down
I tell her ass up, face down
This one for Magic City (Magic City)
Walkin' in Booby Trap, and I wanna see some ass and titties
I'm rich forever, none of these nigga really ain't fuckin' with me
Said I was savin' up, but fuck around and spent a milli' (Yeah)
I bought her new shoes and new Chanel, ball like the NFL (L)
These racks stuck on me like Velcro, they wrap around my belt (My belt)
Your bitch go on a shelf (Shelf)
In this bitch, throwin' so many racks, these hoes might call for help (Rich)
Tell her ass up, face down (Woo, go)
Face down (Go), face down (Go, go)
Shake it, go on, turn around (Go)
Throw that ass 'round and 'round (Go, 'round)
And I might bust you down (Down)
Really rich, I've been gettin' rich since SoundCloud (Woo)
Ass up, face down (Woo, go)
Face down (Face down), face down
Ass up, face down
Face down (Go, go), face down
I tell her ass up, face down
Drop it low and watch me pick it up (Go), Ferrari pickup truck (Go, go)
Rings on my fingers, leavin' diamonds in her butt
All the bitches I could fuck, some niggas call it luck
In my Chrome Heart denim, and they run a buck
The weed man see my numbers (Go), so he know to come
Shoot up the club, we had another hundred in the drum
Let's hit Amiri, spend another hundred just for fun
I love ballin' with my nigga, party just begun
We in the club, it's pitch dark, I got my shades on (Go)
My diamonds jumpin' like they got a pair of J's on
I left the jet on the runway, we flyin' straight home
I bust a nut and fuck her once again, I stay strong
Tell her ass up, face down (Woo, go)
Face down (Go), face down (Go, go)
Shake it, go on, turn around (Go)
Throw that ass 'round and 'round (Go, 'round)
And I might bust you down (Down)
Really rich, I've been gettin' rich since SoundCloud (Woo)
Ass up, face down (Woo, go)
Face down (Face down), face down
Ass up, face down
Face down (Go, go), face down
I tell her ass up, face down
(Set in Stone)
(Set in Stone)
Go, go
(Go, go)
Baby
I ain't trippin'
I ain't trippin', send a jet for you (Jet for you)
For you, for you
I'ma pay the bills for you, for you
Car note for her
Tell her ass up, face down (Woo, go)
Face down (Go), face down (Go, go)
Shake it, go on, turn around (Go)
Throw that ass 'round and 'round (Go, 'round)
And I might bust you down (Down)
Really rich, I've been gettin' rich since SoundCloud (Woo)
Ass up, face down (Woo, go)
Face down (Face down), face down
Ass up, face down
Face down (Go, go), face down
I tell her ass up, face down
This one for Magic City (Magic City)
Walkin' in Booby Trap, and I wanna see some ass and titties
I'm rich forever, none of these nigga really ain't fuckin' with me
Said I was savin' up, but fuck around and spent a milli' (Yeah)
I bought her new shoes and new Chanel, ball like the NFL (L)
These racks stuck on me like Velcro, they wrap around my belt (My belt)
Your bitch go on a shelf (Shelf)
In this bitch, throwin' so many racks, these hoes might call for help (Rich)
Tell her ass up, face down (Woo, go)
Face down (Go), face down (Go, go)
Shake it, go on, turn around (Go)
Throw that ass 'round and 'round (Go, 'round)
And I might bust you down (Down)
Really rich, I've been gettin' rich since SoundCloud (Woo)
Ass up, face down (Woo, go)
Face down (Face down), face down
Ass up, face down
Face down (Go, go), face down
I tell her ass up, face down
Drop it low and watch me pick it up (Go), Ferrari pickup truck (Go, go)
Rings on my fingers, leavin' diamonds in her butt
All the bitches I could fuck, some niggas call it luck
In my Chrome Heart denim, and they run a buck
The weed man see my numbers (Go), so he know to come
Shoot up the club, we had another hundred in the drum
Let's hit Amiri, spend another hundred just for fun
I love ballin' with my nigga, party just begun
We in the club, it's pitch dark, I got my shades on (Go)
My diamonds jumpin' like they got a pair of J's on
I left the jet on the runway, we flyin' straight home
I bust a nut and fuck her once again, I stay strong
Tell her ass up, face down (Woo, go)
Face down (Go), face down (Go, go)
Shake it, go on, turn around (Go)
Throw that ass 'round and 'round (Go, 'round)
And I might bust you down (Down)
Really rich, I've been gettin' rich since SoundCloud (Woo)
Ass up, face down (Woo, go)
Face down (Face down), face down
Ass up, face down
Face down (Go, go), face down
I tell her ass up, face down
(Set in Stone)
