#6 - Ain't Got Time
Prod: Ray Monica 

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LYRICS:

My baby said she wanna lay down with me
But I ain’t got time for that
My friends be telling me they headed to this party
But I ain’t got time for that 
Oh no, no, no
I’m too focused on this music 
Wanna make my mama proud
My baby said she wanna lay down with me
But I ain’t got time for that
Oh no, no, no

19 and I’ve been across the atlas
19 I be training like a savage
French teen got my girl living in Paris
Big dreams: sold out shows, living lavish
Flexin’ ain’t shit to me
I ain’t here to give y’all some shit to see
No I’m here to bring y’all some hits to hear 
So clear your ears and bounce with me
Let’s go!
All you rappers on the ‘gram are claiming that you all be the illest
Flexin’ the rings on your hands but your bank is lacking all the digits
Get slapped with the back of my hand
Why you going for the spotlight?
You flex’ but you live with your parents¨
Sit down now watch how I drop mics 
I don’t mind half of y’all but the party’s better when you leave
I’m ^’bout to finger fuck the game so let me just roll up my sleeve
While you out there taking photos
I’m in my room going loco
Knowing the peak straight ahead is long and climbable
But I gotta go slow though
Doing fucking trap ain’t even my shit
All you fucking rappers can go suck my wait…
You thought I was gon’ say dick but that shit gay
I ain’t mad just wish I could get what you say
I wish I could get it 
(get it, get it)
I wish I could get it
But y’all use too much auto tune goddman I can’t understand it
Boy stop the flexin’, focus on your rhymes
Main bitch wanna chill with me but I don’t have the time

My baby said she wanna lay down with me
But I ain’t got time for that
My friends be telling me they headed to this party
But I ain’t got time for that 
Oh no, no, no
I’m too focused on this music 
Wanna make my mama proud
My baby said she wanna lay down with me
But I ain’t got time for that
Oh no, no, no

I know the road is a long one
But I ain’t worried ‘bout the distance
I be worried ‘bout the time
Well to be honest my existence
Cuz dark thoughts in my mind this past year got me feeling different
Yeah they got me thinking weird shit
Yeah they got me feeling distant 
‘bout my family friends and all of that 
Decided to go on a mission
And conquer this fucking world of rap be a French kid with ambition
Die a French king with a kingdom
Now this big goal that I set forth helps me get rid of my feelings
Cuz last year I was suicidal ‘till I fucking decided to kill it
Rather than finish myself
Music’s better for my health
Helped me resolve my condition
You can take back your prescription
They didn’t work in the first place
Music has been my ambition
Since my motherfucking first day
Oh fuck the haters I give myself 5 years
Lately I’ve been filled with lots of, lots of 
Crazy ideas, Creative ideals
I’m talking Michael Jackson
Wanna be son TV just to see my mom’s reaction
And my grandma’s too
Spit nasty like a llama do
5 years see me on the news fucking wylin’ out in an interview
Ain’t no O.J. but I got the juice
Groovy like I was on Malibu
I’m cooking up big things calling
Everybody to the rendez-vous

My baby said she wanna lay down with me
But I ain’t got time for that
My friends be telling me they headed to this party
But I ain’t got time for that 
Oh no, no, no
I’m too focused on this music 
Wanna make my mama proud
My baby said she wanna lay down with me
But I ain’t got time for that
Oh no, no, no

Aint Got Time

#7 - Time Heals All
Prod: Ray Monica

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LYRICS:

Yo they fell into a repertoire, sitting in the darkness,
The sand stood still and the farmers collect the harvest
The animals slept and the critics all called it artless. 
And at the end the moon cried calling the stars heartless
x2 

Baby I can see why you cry
I know she walked away so won’t you dry these tears of joy
Cuz in the morning you’ll be fine
And everything will be all right 
And eventually you will see that time heals all

Yeah
Was it heartless of me, 
To think about my future
I know they call you poison but girl I will dilute ya
Biting her lower lip as she looked at me
Her pretty little face , to a pretty little G
I was totally distracted from my pre planned actions
Decided to settle, but for lack of satisfaction
She tore it up like paper, our love and she said later
You gave me everything but still my needs weren't catered
Happily I agreed to her terms and condition
She ran away with everything including my ambitions
Divided me like fractions, but we didn't suffer equally 
Broke half of my heart and then she crushed the rest eventually
So about a week ago, chilling puffing buddha smoke
Lying if I say I won’t, cut this bitch's fucking throat
But that's well that's not me, 
Ha-ha-hazardously,
When she walks by I fall again and that's something that I don't wanna see

Baby I can see why you cry
I know she walked away so won’t you dry these tears of joy
Cuz in the morning you’ll be fine
And everything will be all right 
And eventually you will see that time heals all

Was it heartless of me, to treat her like a stranger
Whenever I see her walking all I think is danger danger
Away in the manger, seeking for my savior
Or just like Mr. Rager, Solo Dolo like behavior 
Stop to, stop to stop! 
I can't take it
So when the early morning comes I wake and bake it
Friends forsake it, but most of all my brother
Keep the hash intact when I be speaking to my mother
And because he got me, you know I got his back to
Quick to wrap a clown's head word to Mrs. Badu
Ale know I got you, from here until forever 
Always by my side when these bitches be “whateva” 
Sometimes I think I’m clever but other times I'm stupid
Question everything that you know unless it's Cupid 
In movement now yeah, but still I'm feeling stagnant 
Theory of attraction only works with the magnets

Baby I can see why you cry
I know she walked away so won’t you dry these tears of joy
Cuz in the morning you’ll be fine
And everything will be all right 
And eventually you will see that time heals all

Listen,
What do you do when someone’s broken your heart?
Do you run? Do you cry? Wanting to tear their life apart?
Or do you raise the middle finger say fuck it
I’m done with this bitch, shit, she can go suck a dick
What do you do when someone’s left you heartbroken?
So much free time ever since you got your heart stolen
Your heart’s swollen you can feel the pain
And in my case when I’m that way well I can eat a thing
But I don’t have the answer for what you gotta do
I just got these memories of things I’ve been through
Of shit I’ve done seen, of shit I’ve done felt
Screams in the mirror praying God this bitch will go to hell
Mom use to tell me we fall so we can get up, from many situations
like depression, death or break-ups.
Call it gay man it don’t bother me at all she use to tell me 
“Ray, time heals all, remember time heals all”

Mama don’t you worry I don’t cry
I know she walked away but I’m not sad anymore
Cuz now the time’s gone and I’m fine
And you were right mom it has passed
And she will regret one day she has left my ass

Yo they fell into a repertoire, sitting in the darkness,
The sand stood still and the farmers collect the harvest
The animals slept and the critics all called it artless. 
And at the end the moon cried calling the stars heartless
x2

Time Heals All

#8- Papel Freestyle
Prod: Ray Monica

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LYRICS:
We gon' go break the bank and do what we wanna do
8 Gs coming for the loot
We gon' break knees if you don't ecoute
Wanna test me better run and shoot
I got the glock loaded with the hits,
End it all in a clip
Ride or die in the money house 
man we only leaving in a body bag

Okok, man the squad kills
Everybody here got mad skills
Arms, heavy, bombs, ready
Just in case shit gets mad real
But by the time's there's a squad team
We'll be sipping wines in the Maldives
Or another place, that is far away
With good liquor, and some palmtrees

Migranes to your mind,
I'm R-A to the Y bitch
M-O-N-I shit 
C-A, press replay
Cuz I go bonkers when the beat plays
Don't care what police say
Got the mask on like it's Payday
'Bout to print a lot of fucking pa-papes

Una mattina mi son svegliato
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Una mattina mi son svegliato
Eo ho trovato l'invasor
Una mattina mi son svegliato
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Una mattina mi son svegliato
Eo ho trovato l'invasor

Morning students my name's Monica
everybody calls me Profesor
Or teacher, I'm a preacher
Welcome to your first lecture
This a glock 9, this a vector, this a p-90, this a vest
Better put it on your chest
Or you'll end up on a stretcher
2.4Bs in the work
Golden petals in the verse
Keep it shut, or I'll hurt
Digging tunnels in the dirt
Same idiot that is standing up
Is the same idiot that is getting murked.
Same idiot that is standing up is the same idiot that is getting

I don't really care 'bout nothing
I'm only here for the dough
Told you I'm here for the money
I don't need anything more
Baby girl why are you talking
You don't even know the plan 
you're fucking up everything

If you don't like me
Than come and find me
I'll show you how, show you how, show you how how how
To fucking body
All of the tracklist
I'll be your teacher, please sit down

The guns are ready,
With mask of Dali
Let's go in now, go in now, go in now, now, now 
Let's get this money
Let's get this money
So we can live our dreams today.

Papel Freestyle

#9 – Cool Off Session #1
Prod: Ray Monica

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LYRICS:

Oh no!
I don’t care what you say
Hate goes above my head
Bitch get out of the way way
The way way
Oh no!
What the fuck should I do?
Music or back to school 
Music or back to school

I ain't gon' lie, I don't what I'm doing
Wanted to be an artist and I ended a student
Pursuing a lot shit, that I don't give a fuck about
Sitting in class, wanting to punch my teacher in the mouth
Yell "I'm out!" 
I'd rather see some pumping fists, flashing tits 
You know mosh pits and passing spliffs  
But goddamn, my father ruined all my plans
So now I be in uni, tryna slide in bitches' pants
Smoking my zoot, got bad bitches up in a coupe
Don't wanna bang in the bed she wanna fuck in the pool
What do I do? Huh? 
Shit, I'm low key high. 
Plus your bitch all up in my phone, like FBI, don't ask me why
I got her burning up like lava
Dick put her ass to sleep and now she ain't leaving my casa
I'm tryna climb the ladder, be that MVP. 
No time for basic bitches that smell like STDs.
Don't understand a word they say, they all speak MTV
I spit dope shit, motherfuckers envy me
Aaaoooii
Bitch im burning like the stars,
Cold like pablo, spitting fucking esco-barz
My shit is rare, like famous rappers without groupies
Rare like fucking diamonds, gold stacks, or even rubies
Rare like not hooking up once again with your ex
Rare like watching Netflix with a chick and not having sex
I'm young and I, don't represent shit
Never lived in 1 spot, international kid
Never sold a fat rock, but I ain't faking shit 
I'm here to spit some mad bars, make some records and hits
Oh laawwwd, I'm here to spit some 16s
Some rapper think they spit raw, but only sip lean
I mean, they concentrate on looks rather than their music
Fuck that shit! Boy I be tryna rise above it cuz
I'm no joke, when I come through you know that I toke
Cigar smoke, drinks on the table with some mad hoes
You mad bro? I got a mad flow at 19
You be 30 with no team, still tryna make it big but you mad broke? 
Let’s take a second to respect this
You still trying to spit, bitch I'm trying to perfect it.
I'm hectic, on this microphone shit man I got it,
I've been rapping for 5 years slowly building up my profit
Talent well I got it 
Here to make the most of it
Burning all these tracks, come to the lives man all the shows are lit
Fresh like the alchemist, break you down lyrically
Breaking Bad style, here to break you down chemically
Wreaking walls down, I'm a wrecking ball child
You wanna build up bitch I'm ‘bout to break you right down
My eyes be on the mills. 
My mind be on the bills.
And all you fake rappers smell like something I would kill
Aayyy shit, man i'm ill, the fuck you gotta say
You don't like me, then get the fuck out of my face 
My main bitch said she wanna “Netflix and chill”,
I said "sorry girl I gotta make hits and kills”
Get rich and ill, I want the merit and mills.
Don’t get mad, i gotta polish dem skills. 
Until I get this rap strong like a back bone
And become the #1 threat on the microphone now I'm gone. 

Oh no!
I don’t care what you say
Hate goes above my head
Bitch get out of the way way
The way way
Oh no!
What the fuck should I do?
Music or back to school 
Music or back to school

Cool-Off Session #1

#10 – 6 A.M. 
Prod: Ray Monica 
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LYRICS:
Well I don’t look like much but careful cuz I got a plan
Working every day from 9 o’clock to 6a.m.
Momma on the phone, girlfriend mad cuz I ain’t with her
How do I explain 20 missed calls on my beeper? 
Well I don’t look like much but careful cuz I got a plan
Working every day from 9 o’clock to 6a.m.
Momma on the phone, girlfriend mad cuz I ain’t with her
How do I explain 20 missed calls on my beeper? 

I know that I ain’t with ya
But I’m tryna get richer
Yeah I’m tryna get bigger
Well truly I don’t chase the money, I chase the glory so I play the game
Bored as fuck hoping for a change
Of lifestyle, praying for a chance
To make it out, where the Hall of Fame at?
I know damn well I shouldn’t say that cuz a lot of people go through worse 
Lot of people say I shouldn’t say that cuz my life is far from the worst
And that’s true
I’m a uni student man I got nothing to complain of
Bur who are you to say I can’t dream? Who are you to say I can’t think?
Of bigger things, is it wrong for me to wanna rock shows?
Wrong for me to wanna fuck hoes?
Wrong for me to want tons of fans, roll mad blunts, and wanna burn those?
Wrong for me cuz my skin pale
Wrong for me cuz I got two parents
Wrong for me cuz I never struggled, never hustled, never will
Never rolled, never killed
But still I got something to say
And I know people can relate
To some of the shit that I make
And if not they can still vibe with me

Well I don’t look like much but careful cuz I got a plan
Working every day from 9 o’clock to 6a.m.
Momma on the phone, girlfriend mad cuz I ain’t with her
How do I explain 20 missed calls on my beeper? 
I don’t look like much but careful cuz I got a plan
Working every day from 9 o’clock to 6a.m.
Momma on the phone, girlfriend mad cuz I ain’t with her
How do I explain 20 missed calls on my beeper? 

Its funny how when I say I
Want more than uni life
A lot of people laugh
A lot of people laugh
But when that fit chick from uni says
That she wants more likes on her Instagram 
Than all her friends tell her great plan
All her friends tell her great things
But when I talk about my dreams then nobody’s down with me
“Why the fuck would a white teen be an artist man, nah really?
I mean a white teen like you, that’s straight outta private school
why would anybody wanna listen, I mean what do you have to offer
Ray it’s time to be realistic, you’ll get a decent job with a bachelor 
You’d get a better job with a master, that’ the path you suppose to take
Why you tryna get away, ain’t no cash in the dreams you chase
Come bacj from your dreaming phase, come back,
Ray come back!”
No fuck that I wanna see me win
Go gold and then win again
Headlining in Madison
Get high smile wide on GGN
Fuck sky is the limit I’m switching 
Gears on the millennium falcon
Look at me now I’m the captain
Look at the stars man I’m shining (man I’m shining)

Momma I told you I’d make it
Momma I bought you a Bentley
Got out the booth with Beyoncé
They scream my name at my concerts
I’m sorry cuz I don’t call much 
Plus I got shitty reception
I’m way too high on a spaceship
I’m way too high and I won’t quit nah
I won’t quit nah
I won’t quit nah
I won’t quit
Oh no no no
Oh no no no

Well I don’t look like much but careful cuz I got a plan
Working every day from 9 o’clock to 6a.m.
Momma on the phone, girlfriend mad cuz I ain’t with her
How do I explain 20 missed calls on my beeper? 
I don’t look like much but careful cuz I got a plan
Working every day from 9 o’clock to 6a.m.
Momma on the phone, girlfriend mad cuz I ain’t with her
How do I explain 20 missed calls on my beeper?

6 A.M.

#12 – Carmen
Prod: Ray Monica

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LYRICS:

At dark at dark when you feel nãda
Carmen will come and take you higher
She’ll light a fire
Filled with desire
If you ignore, then watch out for you
Carmen you know, what we’d do for you
You dance in my soul and I can barely move
You got me praying I’ll see you another day
You got me wishing next to you is where I’ll stay 
Oh Carmen, deep in my soul
Carmen, you eat me up

Now wait she ain’t like any girl here
Queen nor princess, black not blond hair
Dark eyes, that look inside your soul
Ready to melt even the colder heart of stone 
Carmen is a thick chick a sickness 
That infects anybody here, which is,dangerous 
Turns a man into a boy, get to close, ooh
You might become her toy too
Plays 'round with your feeling like they ain’t shit
Lot of women wanna copy but they aint this
One kiss, you have now become infected 
Reject it, and you'll definitely regret it 
Soft lips taste the poison in that mouth girl
One sip and now she's controlling your life huh?
And in a minute she'll take it all, yeah in a minute she’ll take it all
Let’s go

Oh lord I think that now she's staring at me
Oh lord will you please taje her chains off of me
Oh lord I think that now she's staring at me
Oh lord will you take Carmen's chains off of me
I cannot wait ‘till the day that she gone
I cannot wait ‘till she leaves me alone
Carmen let me go away baby
You have took it all away from me
There is nothing more to take take take 
But she don’t care

Now wait she ain’t like any girl here
Queen nor princess, black not blond hair
Dark eyes, that look inside your soul
Ready to melt even the colder heart of stone
I cannot wait until the day that she gone
God damn I cannot wait until the day that she leaves
I was alone at the bar sitting, sipping on cocktail
When she came to me man I was like “oh hell”
Oh well, can I get your number please?
10 months later man this bitch became my enemy
Drowning in jealousy 
Fighting with all my friends 
Pray to god my love would end but then it starts again
I can do nothing to her, grows in me like a tumor
And when she’s around other guys I see I’m nothing to her
And yet she’s in control, I’m going fucking insane
She got everybody dancing in the palm of her hand
I’m going fucking mental but that’s what Carmen does
Any man that even touched her fucking died of love
That wasn’t shared back
Wish I was way back
At the bar man I wish I didn’t say that
I wanna know her better cuz now I’m fucking lost
Knife in my hand mind filled with killing thoughts 
I’m tired of her games they came with too much costs 
Tired of her name I’m gonna kill her to be free again

Oh lord I think that now she's staring at me
Oh lord will you please taje her chains off of me
Oh lord I think that now she's staring at me
Oh lord will you take Carmen's chains off of me
I cannot wait ‘till the day that she gone
I cannot wait ‘till she leaves me alone
Carmen let me go away baby
You have took it all away from me
There is nothing more to take take take 
But she don’t care

She got me screaming bye
I don’t want you in my mind
Should have never have crossed path with you
Spend a night with you
Girl I’m tired of you
Girl I’m tired

Carmen

#13 - Cool Off Session #2
Prod: Ray Monica

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LYRICS:

Ladidadi I came at the part high
where are the honeys huh?
took a small break from getting my money up
young fucker coming here to get this loot
rap from city to city you know I'm always on the move
got that groove coming through
tell the bitches from your crew
if tonight they're in the club
they won't be coming home with you
I'm just saying man 
you know I mean no disrespect
but you're bitch came here asking for hickies on her neck 
don't be vexed
ain't you heard I'm here to bring the horror
eyes red it ain't the crack man it's the marijuana
working hard sending those checks back to my momma
on the phone saying "soon I'll get a house in the Bahamas" 
cuz I might do
hittin' skins with my boo
bitch came through sucked me like a vaccum
got a chill bitch got one that's jaloux
one of them white other black like tattoos
go so fast man I might lose ya
step to me man I might bruise ya
better watch out when the mickey be with me
come and see, come and see
man it's Webster on the beat


I got what you need
I don't need you no I don't need anybody
I got that fire 
do you desire?
Bunch of bars, bunch of bars, bunch of ba- bars
Bunch of bars, bunch of bars, bunch of ba- bars

You want hardcore than ask for me
The only think I passed in school was hash and weed 
I slash and feed, the mic is what i came here to cut
Don't talk to me if you ain't here to fuck
I aint fond of tame shit boi
I came here to shock
I don't know this hood shit cuz I ain't from the block 
I don't pack the glock but in my vest I got lyrics
5 grams of weed and a fucking good spirit
So hear it, listen up cuz I gotta say something 
never mind nothing
yeah I ain't bluffing when I say that I be smoking on some good shit
I love my fucking bros but nothings better than a good bitch. 
I grab the mic and rap until my voice is broke 
cuz a party ain't a party till the neighbors are awoken
And screaming and crying, while we motherfuckers balling out
2-3 people throwing up vibing till the sun is out 
I came for the fortune not for the fame, 
Giving you goosebumps like La Flame was my name
No chitti chatter I'm a fucking mic master 
You're useless with a beat like an asian porn actor. 
DAMN.
I'm an ill kid, the opposite of cupid 
if my girl thinks I'm loyal, then she's motherfucking stupid
I be underground coming live to shake the town, turn around, hey motherfucker I'mma shake you down

I got what you need
I don't need you no I don't need anybody
I got that fire 
do you desire?
Bunch of bars, bunch of bars, bunch of ba- bars
Bunch of bars, bunch of bars, bunch of ba- bars

Got no rolex on my wrist
got no studio or deals
making this shit from my room i don't care what you wanna say
french kid rapping in anglais
coming here to get that paper
don't mind me
don't mind me
don't don't
don't dont

Cool Off Session #2

Season 2
#1 - Turnt
Prod: Ray Monica 

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Instagram: @raymxnica
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Youtube Video: https://youtu.be/zHLJtsKD52Q

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LYRICS:
Money go ‘round, money go ‘round,
Money money money go round x5

She told me bend me on the sink
Or straight up in the mattress ain’t no foreplay with my bitch
Thick, mixed, curly hair I’m talking like Beyonce
She won’t let me leave she wanna fuck and love me all day
Baby girl you fine you can stay at my home
Call my, call my phone baby when you all alone
Won’t be gone for long just in time to get this dough up
Rap assassin polishing the pen ready to blow up

Hand up to the ceiling, when I’m in the building
Here to make a killing
Here to make a living, money on the mental
Slaughter instrumentals
Don't care you talking, ain't about money then it aint important
Ain’t about profit then get out my face
Ain’t about corporate then get out the way
Come up to me better weight out the stakes 
Take out the 40 or take out your cake 
I'm in the 1st, motherfuckers be late
Running behind but they way out the lane

Brother I get it, give me a mic and I rip it
Give me a track and I kill it, jumping all over the critic
Bitches get out of business
I wanna get it, I get it, I get it
Look at me get it
Fuck everybody I'll make it
Kicking and kicking and kicking
I got the bars and the bars
Give me the gold and give me the cars 
Give me the contract, ye give me the stars
Boy I ain’t talking bout we
Bitch I be talking ‘bout me
Check Imma fuck everybody, they'll see
How great that I truly be
I cook the beat, I lock the flow
Don’ need anybody to rock the show
If they want more, I’ll give them more
And if you want less then I’ll still give them more
Cuz this is a passion, bigger than a dream
Fuck everybody that aint our team
Biggie told me that the sky is the limit, sky is the limit

You know I wanna dream
You know I wanna dream
Do you wanna ride with me?
Do you wanna ride with me?

Money go ‘round, money go ‘round,
Money money money go round x5

Came back in, man I'm so quick,
Swift like Taylor, man I'm so sick
Lot of bad bitches wanna play with
King shit, cuz I'm planning to go far
Real shit, want the house with the big cars 
Don't stop, 'till I touch all the big stars
Don't hop, on my dick if you faking
Eyes low, when I smoke I be asian
Cocky guy, but I be for a reason
Flow be always changing like the seasons
Pen is ready for decapitation 
Do not try, even give me a reason 
I'm the crazy guy up in the room
Shoot for stars and landed on the moon
Tell me baby what you wanna do
Let me show you thing you didnt knew
Could be possible, girl don't be scared
Ain't nobody in here be prepared 
Big money coming out the benzo
Up in the house, with the clique, and a rental
Up in the clouds, got a bitch, and she's into 
Dick in her mouth, oh shit, I was meant to
Be with the first girl, trying to be faithful 
Be with my bitch, try to be faithful nooo! 

She told me bend me on the sink
Or straight up in the mattress ain’t no foreplay with my bitch
Thick, mixed, curly hair I’m talking like Beyonce
She won’t let me leave she wanna fuck and love me all day
All day, all day, all day
She told me bend me on the sink
Or straight up in the mattress ain’t no foreplay with my bitch
Thick, mixed, curly hair I’m talking like Beyonce
She won’t let me leave she wanna fuck and love me all day, all day.

Turnt

Season 2
#2 – Money On The Side
Prod: Ray Monica 

Youtube: https://youtu.be/NEa41DK3v2s
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RayMonicaa/ 
Instagram: @raymxnica
Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2PIyTZ6
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LYRICS:
It ain’t attractive if it ain’t got money on the side
Money on the side, money, money on the side
Praise to Selassie when I roll a zoot and then get high
Zoot and then get high, roll a zoot and then get high

I like to rap when I want
I like to hit from the blunt
I like the smoke in my lungs
Especially when she’s using her tongue
Can’t see her face with the smoke in the room 
She takes off the top girl let me zoom
Loving the way that you move
Love it, I love when you dance to my tunes
She be talking ‘bout
She be talking ‘bout 
Every little thing she wanna do to me
When most these people leave the house
Can’t hear her speak I’m in the clouds
Liquor got me beamin’
Cali got me dreamin’
And her body got me feeling high

It ain’t attractive if it ain’t got money on the side
Money on the side, money, money on the side
Never distracted when I sit around and make a track
‘round and make a track, ‘round and ‘round and make track
It ain’t attractive if it ain’t got money on the side
Money on the side, money, money on the side
Praise to to Selassie when I roll a zoot and then get high
Zoot and then get high, roll up roll up, then get high

I’m that feeling in your gut 
When your ex got a new guy
Feeling in your gut
When your ex got a new guy
Why I’m dressed all in black?
It’s cuz I’m death I choose who dies
Death, I choose who died
Oh yes make your goodbyes
Lucky Luke got nothing on me 
Man I rhyme faster than my shadow
Rapping for me like a walk in the park
Or a piece of cake I call that a “gâteau”
J’te donne ça gratos 
Hold up I swear that he just rapped in French
Wait!
Man I won’t even pretend where he be from I do not understand
Tryna make it before 25 candles on my cake
Make it before 25 candles on my cake
I done lost , I done won
I done made lots of mistake 
Made lots of mistake
But I’ve finally turned the page

It ain’t attractive if it ain’t got money on the side
Money on the side, money, money on the side
Never distracted when I sit around and make a track
‘round and make a track, ‘round and ‘round and make track
It ain’t attractive if it ain’t got money on the side
Money on the side, money, money on the side
Praise to Selassie when I roll a zoot and then get high
Zoot and then get high, roll up roll up, then get high

I flip my song into thousand views and my exes into 16s
Don’t sip lean but I hit green
Dirty teen but the flow’s clean
Wanna blow like I’m propane
And I love them hoes with a nose ring
Flip the switch I’m on savage mode 
Wanna Rock ‘n’ Roll
Watch me Lock ‘n’ Load like
Tuco Salamanca
Moroccan Roots I’m from Casablanca
Fuck your Prada shit and your Balenciaga
You need more than clothes to be spitting lava 
I can decompose all your shit
You a rappeur I’m a raptor
That can eat you up in a lick
Lights out in a flick

It ain’t attractive if it ain’t got money on the side
Money on the side, money, money on the side
Never distracted when I sit around and make a track
‘round and make a track, ‘round and ‘round and make track
It ain’t attractive if it ain’t got money on the side
Money on the side, money, money on the side
Praise to Selassie when I roll a zoot and then get high
Zoot and then get high, roll up roll up, then get high

Money On The Side

Season 2
#4 – Vide/Vie
Prod: Ray Monica 

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Instagram: @raymxnica
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Youtube: https://bit.ly/2zhxSRl
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LYRICS:
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide deep dans son...
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
Pas mal de vide
Pas mal de vide
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide deep dans son coeur
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide deep dans son...

Ok babe I’m sorry for the pain and the suffering
Tears pouring down like the rain you had enough of it
Fights in different rooms
Screaming ‘till the a.m.
I thought more than once that it would finish with a bang
Fuck it all, fuck it all
Breaking glasses on the floor
Falling deeper out of love
Falling deeper out of love
You felt it, I felt it
You took it, I dealt it
Was it better or for worse?
I might never truly know that 
And it hurts

J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide deep dans son...
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide deep dans son cœur
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
deep dans son cœur
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
Pas mal de vide
Pas mal de vide

How you doing when you wake up in the morning?
How you feeling when you hear all of the stories?
Do you cry when you fall upon a picture?
And do you smile when you think back how we were?
Check
Loving isn’t for me
I’m better alone
Love and breaking hearts truly acts like a time bomb
Nothing really matters ‘till it blows up in your face
I was up, she was down
Now I’m down but she up
What the fuck?!

J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide deep dans son...
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide deep dans son cœur
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
deep dans son cœur
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
Pas mal de vide
Pas mal de vide

J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide deep dans son...
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide deep dans son cœur
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
deep dans son cœur
J’ai laissé pas mal de vide
Pas mal de vide
Pas mal de vide

Vide/Vie

Season 2
#5 - Uno Dos Tres Quatro
Prod: Ray Monica 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RayMonicaa/ 
Instagram: @raymxnica
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Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3VQNqcbNYE
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LYRICS:

Ya-yapping
always on that hate shit
ain't got time for that I think I already told you last year
next week Paris, now I'm in BX making magic
if it smells like burnt its cuz I'm only whipping classics
don't talk on the phone shit
cell phone turn off cuz
I'm locked in making music in the same room my mom's makes boxes
take breaks if the games on
its getting late where the day gone?
you can't stop this flow just like if you were a tampooooonn
wait, fuck did I just say?
catch me playing on this beat, I'm truly in my space
always strict on manners but I'm as nasty as it gets, 
first I gave it to your mother now your sister wants a taste
mmhh

You always mention my name (I think she cares about me)
You say my songs sound the same (click pay I'm getting paid)
I'm way ahead in my lane (I'm way ahead hoe)
I'm way a way ahead
way a way a way ahead
You always mention my name (I think she cares about me)
You say my songs sound the same (click pay I'm getting paid)
I'm way ahead in my lane (I'm way ahead hoe)
I'm way a way ahead
way a way a way ahead

I don't like a lot of people
that's why I'm often on my own
and I don't like a lot of sequels
but I want the second Watch The Throne
and I want Saturation 4
and also Black Star 2
and I want Ameer to come back to Brockhampton cuz I love that group
feelings aside, abuse aside
I'm split between loving or hating the guy
his music is something that made me wanna shine
but ever since he's gone man I've been unspired ouh
man I be tied up
I'm tryna separate man from the music but that shit is hard
fuck it! that shit is hard

You can yap behind my back but I don't care about that really
I often talk 'bout those hating cuz they listen so they love me
they click play so I get paid
go away and I get laid
cuz their girlfriends love my music, matter fact I bang them it
I'm unstoppable like Diddy
won't stop 'till I make a milli
what's a Panda to a Grizzly
what is Soulja Boy to Yeezy
how can you chill for a minute when you got a God flow?
I can shake this crowd in seconds like un dos tres quatro

You always mention my name (I think she cares about me)
You say my songs sound the same (click pay I'm getting paid)
I'm way ahead in my lane (I'm way ahead hoe)
I'm way a way ahead
way a way a way ahead
You always mention my name (I think she cares about me)
You say my songs sound the same (click pay I'm getting paid)
I'm way ahead in my lane (I'm way ahead hoe)
I'm way a way ahead
way a way a way ahead

Uno Dos Tres Quatro

Truth Be Told is a song taken from my debut album 'COCKTAIL' available on all streaming services.

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Truth Be Told

ANTI is a song taken off my debut album 'COCKTAIL' available on all streaming services.

Link to album: https://fanlink.to/COCKTAIL
Facebook: www.facebook.com/RayMonicaa/ 
Instagram: @raymxnica
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ANTI

I make music after class (beat / recording / mix and master by Ray Monica)

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