Letras Better Days - Babyface Ray

Better Days

Where your chips at? I heard you get that\nSecure the bag and then I flip that, you know I’m with that\nThey always ask me where my cup at, they know I sip that\nI pop a Perc' just like a Tic Tac, come get your bitch back, yeah\nI told me baby, I don’t want nothing, just pray for me\nAnd when my money go, she gon' go, she ain’t gon' wait for me\nIf you ain’t got it, you ain’t never getting it, it’s too late to be\nRunning 'round like you run the bands, man, get away from me\nRunning 'round like I run the town, I made a way for us\nNiggas act like they been sipping, you ain’t waste enough\nChasing money, never chasing bitches, they be chasing us\nBring my scale, I don’t trust these niggas, let me weigh it up\nCounting up, you be laying up, got your bae with us\nRed and yellow, mix it in one pot, that’s Hi-Tech and Tuss'\nfor them dead Pres', might hijack the bus\nAll my friends are dead, Lil Uzi in my jacket tucked\nPraying for better days, praying for better days\nPraying for better days, it gotta be better ways\nPraying for better days, praying for better days\nPraying for better days, I run with the heavyweights\nPraying for better days, praying for better days\nPraying for better days, it gotta be better ways\nI’m praying for better days, praying for better days\nPraying for better days, I run with the heavyweights, nigga\nI run with the heavyweights, pay what they never pay\nMade a vow not to sell my soul, just let me in Heaven gates\nTwo phones, working like Kevin Gates, what we got, they can’t separate\nIn new shit but forever late, married cash on the wedding date\nExclusive kicks that you never saw that I never laced\nExotic cars that you never drove when the weather break\nWhen I get stressed, I just go to Saks just to meditate\nI learned a trick\nBro, don’t lock your blessings, two bad hoes in my section\nI sell dope, my confession, in that bag, I invest it\nMan, your main ho is messy, took a pic' in my necklace\nGave this dick to your bestie, stuck in my ways, I can’t help it\nMade a better way with the music, they told me to use it\nIf you catch me and I’m counting up, that’s cause it’s therapeutic\nJust snatched a new crib in, your boy undisputed\nThey ain’t know that I be going through it, I be getting to it, nigga\nPraying for better days, praying for better days\nPraying for better days, it gotta be better ways\nPraying for better days, praying for better days\nPraying for better days, I run with the heavyweights\nPraying for better days, praying for better days\nPraying for better days, it gotta be better ways\nI’m praying for better days, praying for better days\nPraying for better days, I run with the heavyweights, nigga\nPraying for better days, praying for better days\nPraying for better days, it gotta be better ways\nPraying for better days, praying for better days\nPraying for better days, I run with the heavyweights\nPraying for better days, praying for better days\nPraying for better days, it gotta be better ways\nI’m praying for better days, praying for better days\nPraying for better days, I run with the heavyweights, nigga