Ye Ali Ring Lyrics
Ring by Ye Ali
[Chorus: Dutchboy]
You know it's all entertainment
Some people wanna be famous
I just keep it low and stack this paper
And roll blunts with my baby, yeah
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Baby I could be your private thing
Show you things you ain't never seen
We can keep between you and me
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
[Verse 1: Dutchboy]
Lost but I'm found
Who the one you call when you're down?
Who the one you call when you're fiendin'?
Said I got time, let's make a movie, fuck the screening
I know you feel the way I feel, so cut the teasing
You wanna bust it, I just gotta give a reason
I know them lames must hit you crazy, bob and weave them
I'm in LA, girl I be there like every season
I call you up, I fly you out, you know what's up
I'm still that nigga 'round the way, nigga 'round the way
Way my life been girl, I'm glad that we ain't grew astray
All these bitches fake, they only see me 'cause the fame
See me 'cause the way I got my stacks right now
You could say I got the town on my back right now
You could say I got a thing for you girl, you a day one
I ain't running game on you girl, so don't you play one
Bitches out here freaky for a tweet, don't you save 'em
Girl I got this crib a couple weeks, you should stay one
Tell your exes if they wanna beef, I got that A1
'Cause girl you got that A1, what more can I say?
[Chorus: Dutchboy]
You know it's all entertainment
Some people wanna be famous
I just keep it low and stack this paper
And roll blunts with my baby, yeah
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Baby I could be your private thing
Show you things you ain't never seen
We can keep between you and me
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
[Verse 2: Ye Ali]
Angel wings tatted on her back, you an angel
Told me that you hate it when I treat you like I'm famous
Well ain't that the point? to blow up, act like a stranger
I don't fuck with you 'cause you always making statements
I'm not with the long talk, girl I got the long stroke
I'm here for the moment baby, only for the night though
Condo in Miami, Brandi is a dancer
'Bout to hit the bank and cash out on a bad ting
Yeah
You know it's all entertainment
Some people wanna be famous
I just keep it low and stack this paper
And roll blunts with my baby, yeah
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Baby I could be your private thing
Show you things you ain't never seen
We can keep between you and me
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
[Verse 1: Dutchboy]
Lost but I'm found
Who the one you call when you're down?
Who the one you call when you're fiendin'?
Said I got time, let's make a movie, fuck the screening
I know you feel the way I feel, so cut the teasing
You wanna bust it, I just gotta give a reason
I know them lames must hit you crazy, bob and weave them
I'm in LA, girl I be there like every season
I call you up, I fly you out, you know what's up
I'm still that nigga 'round the way, nigga 'round the way
Way my life been girl, I'm glad that we ain't grew astray
All these bitches fake, they only see me 'cause the fame
See me 'cause the way I got my stacks right now
You could say I got the town on my back right now
You could say I got a thing for you girl, you a day one
I ain't running game on you girl, so don't you play one
Bitches out here freaky for a tweet, don't you save 'em
Girl I got this crib a couple weeks, you should stay one
Tell your exes if they wanna beef, I got that A1
'Cause girl you got that A1, what more can I say?
[Chorus: Dutchboy]
You know it's all entertainment
Some people wanna be famous
I just keep it low and stack this paper
And roll blunts with my baby, yeah
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Baby I could be your private thing
Show you things you ain't never seen
We can keep between you and me
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
[Verse 2: Ye Ali]
Angel wings tatted on her back, you an angel
Told me that you hate it when I treat you like I'm famous
Well ain't that the point? to blow up, act like a stranger
I don't fuck with you 'cause you always making statements
I'm not with the long talk, girl I got the long stroke
I'm here for the moment baby, only for the night though
Condo in Miami, Brandi is a dancer
'Bout to hit the bank and cash out on a bad ting
Yeah