WATCHING MY PAGE LYRICS – BABYFACE RAY

Read the full Watching My Page lyrics by Babyface Ray along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Verse 1]
Put the bulls*it aside
Still running ’round with some wild n!ggas (Wild n!ggas)
Hop out foreigns with the fire
Say she love a n!gga, she ain’t even mines, why you blowing up my line? (Why you blowing up my line?)
Need a passport, got a bankroll, take a dime to Dubai (Take a dime to Dubai)
N!ggas dirty, thinking that they slime (Fu*k ’em)
Couple dollars, send him up to God (Mm-hmm)
Met a plug, send ’em all to me
You ain’t ready to get from out the street (To get from out the streets)
I’ve been being reckless with the munyun, you would think I’m Mr
Beast (Money)

Like it’s Zeus network, I’m an expert, who hit baddies more than me? (Baddies)
Five Gs for the vintage tee (Racks)
Can’t waste my time, way too precious, I’m rocking a Patek
I’m back outside, swerving through lanes, three hundred in traffic
Real n!gga, stand up, b!tch n!ggas fold up
Getting this money, I made it a habit (Habit)
I turn the studio into the new strip club spot, going up, me and Pooh in Atlanta (B!tch)
N!ggas try to cross me, that’s when he lost me
I do a b!tch n!gga dirty like Fanta (Mm-hmm)
This b!tch sick ’cause she know she can’t find another n!gga like me, gotta lower her standards
Dior on my body, Dior my b!tch, on my kids, I treat this s*it like pajamas
Know that I’m turnt, play with this s*it get burnt, light a n!gga on fire like candles (Like candles, for real)

[Chorus]
These n!ggas been watching my page again
Ain’t getting no money, don’t say that we twins
Don’t play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I’m not a role model, got lean in the fridge (Wock’)
I’m telling the truth, he think it’s a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick (For real)
These n!ggas been watching my page again
Ain’t getting no money, don’t say that we twins
Don’t play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)

I’m not a role model, got lean in the fridge (Wock’)
I’m telling the truth, he think it’s a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick

[Verse 2]
Might blow a zip on the way to the sticks (Mm-hmm)
Run through a load and come back with the chips (I’m back)
What is security? Got mine on my hip, yeah
Feeling like Madden, I send ’em they hit (B!tch)
You cum in that b!tch, sent her pu*sy through text
You cuffing that b!tch and she fell in my hands (Huh)
I fu*ked that b!tch once and let brodie hit next (Brodie)
How you want to tell me what’s your plans? (How?)
We should do some shopping in Japan (Ooh)
Let’s see who run out of rubber bands (Let’s see)
I’ve been searching for a pint of red (Red)
Sneakers cost more than a case
Spend enough, I’ll get ’em to your state (Yeah, dog)
Flashing racks, I use this s*it as bait (Bait)
I done watched the love turn to hate (Hmm, damn)
Seen the ones I love turn on me
Bullets hit him, oh, it burn, don’t it? (Burn)
Pull up, Maybach truck up to a Coney
In the trenches blowing Cali’, yeah, in the trenches smoking California
When you hit the top, this s*it get lonely
When you hit the top, the body fall (Done, for real)

[Chorus]
These n!ggas been watching my page again
Ain’t getting no money, don’t say that we twins
Don’t play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I’m not a role model, got lean in the fridge (Wock’)
I’m telling the truth, he think it’s a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick (For real)
These n!ggas been watching my page again
Ain’t getting no money, don’t say that we twins
Don’t play with the MOB, go play with your kids (MOB)
You get enough money, come build you a crib (MOB)
I’m not a role model, got lean in the fridge (Wock’)
I’m telling the truth, he think it’s a diss (MOB)
Before I fall off, I go play with a brick