Netflix & Chill Lyrics – Babyface Ray

Netflix & Chill Lyrics Meaning

[Verse]
He starts off by saying he’s too busy and always moving to just sit around and chill like people do when they watch Netflix. Life’s coming at him fast, and he’s caught up in the hustle. Sometimes, he gets emotional thinking about close friends he’s lost along the way. There’s a lot of pain buried under his lifestyle. Then, he compares a loud argument or outburst to a lion roaring under a car hood—basically saying it was wild and intense.

He remembers watching his uncle hustle through life, constantly reading or grinding without even having a diploma. It shows how the people around him made things happen without traditional education. Then, there’s a switch-up to partying—he talks about a woman he’s with and how his crew doesn’t tolerate petty behavior. He’s the type to buy out the bar, making everyone around him get lit until they can’t handle it anymore. It’s about showing off success but also losing control in the process.

Ray says he’s been focused on getting money and protecting his space and peace, comparing it to Wakanda, a powerful and protected place from *Black Panther*. He’s living like he’s always in the air, flying with no destination or limits—unstoppable. Every day counts for him; he doesn’t waste time. As the boss of his crew, Wavy Gang, he’s posted up at a lake house, which shows he’s come up from rough times to now living in luxury.

There’s also some tension—he mentions a woman they “put away,” maybe locked up or held back, and now she’s trying to break free, probably from the lifestyle or situation. She’s walking around the penthouse half-naked, maybe showing freedom or rebellion. He encourages people to not just chase status but stack their money too. And when it comes to his family, he’s willing to take a financial hit if it helps them, showing his loyalty runs deep.

Next, he flexes with fine food like A5 Japanese wagyu steak, which is super high-end. Then he talks about driving fast and leaning hard while turning corners, his expensive rims scraping, probably from wild driving. People around him praise him, calling him “the one,” but he doesn’t need to hear it—he knows who he is already. He handles things himself—if there’s business, he’ll take care of it personally, no mailing or middlemen.

There’s danger too. Someone tried to sell him fake drügs and nearly died because of it. Then there’s a guy who caught him with his girl and tried to snitch on him. He calls that dude soft. Ray’s lifestyle is street but upscale—he’s trapping (selling) in designer gear like Rick Owens, mixing grit with luxury. Then he questions if people would still love him if he left the game, feeling like Mitch from *Paid in Full*, who had doubts about loyalty and trust.

He taps into that rockstar energy—he’s having wild s*x, partying, and living recklessly, even referencing the band KISS. Instead of soda, he’s sipping caviar, showing he’s living in luxury so intense that it even shows up in the way he smells. He’s been through rough patches, but good things came out of those dark times. Some people love him deeply but stay silent about it, out of loyalty and respect. He doesn’t even entertain weak competition; his lane is too elite for them.

He talks about popping pills and sipping before hitting the stage—part of the coping and performance routine. A lot of people act like they’re wild, but he knows they’re not built like that. When he’s courtside at a Pistons game, he’s there with a cup in hand and a beautiful woman next to him, living the dream. He reflects on his older homie who was riding dirty in a van with no secret compartment and a brick of drügs in hand. The moment the cops pulled up, he threw it and ran.

Ray laughs off running out of money—he knows how to get cash. Even when he’s in a daze from the drügs, he stays dressed in Chrome Hearts and keeps moving like a machine. He might shake hands and play cool, but if you cross him, he’ll get you. He’s got the same kind of ride Tommy from *Power* had, and when people ask about it, he just smiles—he knows he’s living good.

His boy is high and wilding out somewhere random, and a wild mom is trying to tell her son to calm down and try again tomorrow. Then he thinks back to his dream of buying a Benz, which he now shares with his twin—probably a close friend or real brother. They were pushing through tough times in the winter when no one understood their grind. He’s not afraid to shoot if needed, and he’s always ready to protect himself.

He did things he’s not proud of, just to make sure his kid had food. He doesn’t regret it though; he’d do it again if it came down to it. Then he brings up childish stuff like pillow talking about hooking up with someone untrustworthy—stuff they used to do as kids. They were wild, with dreads flying, flying private jets, partying in Miami at LIV.

Even now, he hops on a bike to chase money, and CJ (probably a partner or crew member) sends him opportunities to make plays. When they’re almost at the top, he tells his girl to get ready—it’s all happening fast. A friend just got out of prison and is already in a Maybach. Ray himself was in an Aston Martin but couldn’t carry anything illegal, so he hopped out and took a different ride.

He’s not down for hooking up with a woman while she’s on her period, calling it “running reds,” and keeping moving. He keeps a shooter close, nicknamed Top, because he’s known for getting headshots. Now Ray’s riding in a luxury electric SUV, and he’s in France under a new alias, BO42. He’s iced out, probably with diamonds, and doesn’t associate with people who aren’t on his level.

He scratched his Lamborghini by jumping a curb, and now he’s switching to another Corvette. When someone asks about the cost of his leather pants, he sarcastically says that’s probably what they got paid in advance for a deal—basically saying he’s on a whole other level. Then he asks how many people have a million dollars in cash and challenges them to raise their hands, knowing most can’t.

He says he stayed patient and now he’s in a spot to give someone a chance—if they can impress him. He’s performing at Rolling Loud, literally spraying codeine on the crowd, which shows how far gone he’s gotten with the party lifestyle. He shouts out Earl Swim, who he sees as a real one, someone whose spirit lives on. At the end, he’s in a Maybach at a Detroit-style fast food spot (Coney line), just him and his weapon. He closes by saying he’s loyal to his crew, lies to the cops and even his girl if he has to, and knows people are scheming against him—but hopes they’re not.

[Outro]
He’s saying he’s still living the lifestyle, still sipping, and never letting things bother him. He’s part of the mob and staying solid.