[Intro: Yung Ralph]

Yung Ralph in here, Gucci Mane in here

Yung Fresh, nigga

Sportscenter

Wilt Chaimberlin

A hundred points, nigga

Gwop, gwop, gwop, nigga

You get popped, popped, popped, nigga

And we got faces, different races

Zaytoven

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I got faces, I got faces

I’m so kin to Ben Franklin

I love the white girl cause I'm not racist

30,000 on me, all them faces

I got faces, pretty faces

In every video the same old faces

Mix the old heads with the new faces

A hundred thousand cash all in faces

[Verse 1: Yung Ralph]

A hundred thousand dollar bankroll, gwop on me

Diamonds everywhere, I walk around with rocks on me

You can catch me in your hood, might have a Glock on me

With that long ass pistol, that'll pop on me

Faces, all different races

Later on I might hit the club and just waste it

Throw it in the air, can fall like a matrix

Haters mean mug, cause they conscience can't take it

Riding down the Avenue, 71 cutlass

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My face is over here, my face is over there

I think somebody cloned me, my face is everywhere

Yung Ralph

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I got faces, I got faces

I’m so kin to Ben Franklin

I love the white girl cause I'm not racist

30,000 on me, all them faces

I got faces, pretty faces

In every video the same old faces

Mix the old heads with the new faces

A hundred thousand cash out on them faces

[Verse 2: Bankroll Fresh]

Got a pocket full of Franklin's, Jacksons, a couple hamiltons

30,000 cash in bags like we gambling

Nigga outta line, he dyig, get an ambulance

Tec spit, its too much blood for them bandages

Whole clique stacked up, white saran wrapped up

Extra gram, catch up

Diamonds they glide backwards

Got so many faces, my bracelet it look crazy

Hoes see them stacks to the max they like grinches

Made the white girl my girl, that's my baby

Kush got me slow-mo like Neo in the Matrix

Young nigga, get your stacks up

Stacks on sight, I'm racked up

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I got faces, I got faces

I’m so kin to Ben Franklin

I love the white girl cause I'm not racist

30,000 on me, all them faces

I got faces, pretty faces

In every video the same old faces

Mix he old heads with the new faces

A hundred thousand cash out on them faces

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]

It's Gucci!

Waitress get a hundred

Whole hundred, keep that shit a hundred

Watch cost a hundred

No money, but a little money

Chain 200, but I'm gonna spend some big money

Hundred grand cash on me, shawty got that little money

Whip cost a hundred, old school cost a cool hundred

Damn that boy a fool, [?] cost me half a hundred

Shawty danced seven times, still gave her ass a hundred

Ten grand all ones, waitress call me honey, honey

Gucci Mane stuntin, show done, then my [?]

I be down the street, 12 got my tool jumpin

2 16's and a hook, that's a whole hundred

So Icey Ent, Gucci got his own money

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I got faces, I got faces

I’m so kin to Ben Franklin

I love the white girl cause I'm not racist

30,000 on me, all them faces

I got faces, pretty faces

In every video the same old faces

Mix the old heads with the new faces

A hundred thousand cash out on them faces