Netflix & Chill Lyrics – Babyface Ray

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[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse]
Baby, I can’t Netflix and chill, I’m still in motion (Go)
Think about the homies that I lost, I get emotional, yeah
When you scream and kick, think a lion was in the motor
Seen my uncle run through books daily with no diploma
Pretty b!tch, bend her over, petty, can’t be around us
I’ma buy the bar and pass out shots until they vomit (Uh)
I been getting money, protect the energy like Wakanda
Never landing gang, I’m in the plane without a pilot

365, every day count (365)
CEO of Wavy Gang, live from the lake house
Can’t believe you put our b!tch away, she tryna break out (Come on)
Got her walking through the penthouse naked, nothing but a tank top
Yeah, get your rank up, nah, get your bank up
You know when it come to the fam, I’ll take a pay cut
A5 Jap’ wagyu, look how the steak cut
Leaning hard, bending corners geeked, the Forgis scraped up
“Yeah, Face, you the one,” yeah, I know, ain’t gotta tell me s*it
I’ll come get ’em, wrap ’em, take ’em, bro, don’t mail me s*it
N!gga almost lost his fu*king life for tryna sell me hit
Pu*sy n!gga caught me with his ho and tried to tell my b!tch
Luxury trapping, never seen a n!gga work a scale in Rick
If I leave the game, will they love me? Damn, I feel like Mitch (If I leave the game)
Rockstar, fu*k, paint her face, damn, I feel like Kiss
Fu*k a soda, caviar sipping, smell it when I piss
Yeah, seeking better days
I was going through some s*it, that’s when the blessing came
I got some killers love me to death, don’t even say my name
The paint was forty, base two hundred, can’t even get in my lane
These n!ggas claiming that they players, don’t even get in the game (Don’t play)
I take a few sips, pop me a Perky before I get on the stage
These n!ggas act like they be wild when all the pits in the cage (Oh, yeah)
I go courtside with a cup and bad b!tch when the Pistons playing (Turnt)
My old-head rent a van, no stash, brick in hand

Hit the lights, know he ran, hit a corner, toss it back
Running out of money, nope, male me get lots of cash
Zombie ’cause I’m feeling masked, Chrome Heart, dump the bag
Shake his hand, play cool with him, then rock his ass
Got the same drop Tommy had, when they ask, I laugh
Tesla got my n!gga geeking bad in somebody grass, yeah
Freaky mama told his lil’ ass tomorrow to try again
Yeah
My biggest goal was go and buy a Benz, now it’s me and twin (Benz)
We were cruising in the fu*king winter, they don’t understand (They wouldn’t understand)
Put a box on the newest Gen, hit you and your friend (Yeah, frr, go)
My biggest sin was going to do some s*it to try to feed my kid
I repent, but I do not regret, I’d do that s*it again
Pillow talking ’cause you smashed the rat, we did that s*it as kids
We went up in dreads, hopped on PJ, did that s*it at LIV
I hop on the bike to catch the sales, CJ sending drills
Five minutes ’til we hit the top, bae, pull down your pants (Top)
2025 Maybach, he fresh out the feds
I’m at Aston Martin, couldn’t tote a head, I hop out a sled
Nasty b!tch think I’m gon’ fu*k on her period, I keep running reds
I keep one up top, call him Top ’cause he hit nothing but head
Wavy ES7, now I’m BO42 in France
Iced up like my n!gga Veeze
Can’t be fu*king with dusty fam
Jumped the curb and scratched the Lam’
I’m shifting to another ‘Vette
How much for them leather pants?
B!tch, you know that’s your advance
How many n!ggas got a mil’ in cash?
Let me see a show of hands
I stayed patient, got a line, I’ll give you a kit if you blow my mind
Catch me at Rolling Loud, spraying codeine on the crowd
Old soul forever live, Earl Swim, ponied down
Maybach in the Coney line, it’s just me and this pole of mine
For my n!ggas, hold it down, tell my b!tch and police lies
They out the kitchen, stove too hot, plotting on me, I hope you not

[Outro]
Yeah
Know what the fu*k going on
Mob
Still sipping, never tripping, n!gga