Face Down lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, Miami (Ah yeah)
Yeah (Ah yeah)

[Chorus: Yung Miami]
What good is that n*gga bag if he don't spend it?
Bad b*tches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, b*tch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him start tippin', no

[Verse 1: Yung Miami]
Face down, ass up, sl*t me out (sl*t me out)
I don't even let a broke n*gga eat me out (Eat me out)
He know this pus*y stay wet in the middle of droughts
I make him face me, nasty, squirt in his mouth (Damn)
I need that car paid for and a new house
Said "Do I look basic? Wife me now"
I heard cash rules, let me show you how
Bettеr spend that sh*t, baby, ice me out (Pеriod)
Hand clap, left right, both cheeks
Housekeeper and I can still f*ckin' up the sheets (Ah)
To the valet, y'all n*ggas so cheap
If you lookin' for a wee b*tch, you know it ain't me (Period)
pus*y ain't free, you better spend that sh*t (Spend that sh*t)
Since my momma gave birth, man, I been that b*tch (Been that b*tch)
Got it fresh off the runway, I'm in that sh*t
He said he love me, he show me, he meant that sh*t (Ah, ah)
[Break: JT]
Lay it down, lay it muhf*ckin' down
Ayy, JT, yeah

[Verse 2: JT]
Shoutout my b*tches gettin' bags out of n*ggas (Yeah)
I just think I leveled up, hoes say I'm weirder (What?)
I'm in that big bulletproof with a hit in (Ah)
If he ain't blowin' a bag, b*tch, pick a better n*gga
I'm in that new coupe, matte, go vroom-vroom
b*tches that be hatin' on me really ain't got no room (None)
I mean literally, no house b*tch, no room (Ew)
I'm a city girl, so he gotta be a tycoon
Face down, ass up, that-that's the way I like to f*ck (Wow)
You want a b*tch from the city, huh? pus*y pretty, huh?
Got a n*gga out of mo'f*ckin' Philly, huh?

[Chorus: Yung Miami]
What good is that n*gga bag if he don't spend it?
Bad b*tches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, b*tch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him start tippin', no
What good is that n*gga bag if he don't spend it?
Bad b*tches love shoppin' sprees last minute
Bags packed, flights booked, b*tch, we ain't trippin'
Buy the grub, bring some more ones, don't let him start tippin', ayy