Facedown Lyrics – Rick Ross, Rich The Kid

Read the complete Face Down Lyrics by Rick Ross and Rich The Kid from the album Set in Stone along with song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
(Metro)
(Set in Stone)
Go, go
(Go, go)
Baby
I ain’t tripping
I ain’t tripping, 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

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
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 getting 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

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
This one for Magic City (Magic City)
Walking in Booby Trap and I wanna see some ass and titties
I’m rich forever, none of these n!gga really ain’t fu*king with me
Said I was saving up, but fu*k 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 b!tch go on a shelf (Shelf)
In this b!tch, throwing so many racks, these hoes might call for help (Rich)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
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 getting 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

[Verse 2: Rick Ross & Rich The Kid]
Drop it low and watch me pick it up (Go), Ferrari pickup truck (Go, go)
Rings on my fingers, leaving diamonds in her butt
All the b!tches I could fu*k, some n!ggas 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 balling with my n!gga, party just begun
We in the club, it’s pitch dark, I got my shades on (Go)
My diamonds jumping like they got a pair of J’s on
I left the jet on the runway, we flying straight home
I bust a nut and fu*k her once again, I stay strong

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
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 getting 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

[Outro]
(Set in Stone)