Fuck B.E.T
Fuck B.E.T
Fuck B.E.T
Yuh
Fuck B.E.T
Yuh, yuh, ay, yeah
Lick it on up
Mmm mmm
Slurp it
Mmm ahh
Make it sloppy
OK OK OK OK
Look at how I top shit, bitch
I just put like three up in the Top 10
I don′t need nobody
I just need three CC's on my body
Everything I do bitch right or wrong
Gon′ make a profit
Read about it
I don't even gotta sing about it
I wake up with the money that you niggas dream about
Cheese all on my left, uh
Cheese all on my side, yeah
They don't want it like that
They want me need to die, yeah
Cheese all on my left, uh
Cheese all on my side, yeah
They don′t want it like that
They want me need to die, yeah
Don′t try me
You better save that shit up for somebody else
Don't try me
Cuz bitch u can′t be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got 'em
Hundreds inside this bitch
A hundred sticks
A hundred bitches
With a hundred thousand on my wrist, yeah
Baddie in my bed and she plan on driving me
Demons in my head, I can′t stop 'em all from riding me
She want me to buy her some CC′s
She wanna eat and I hope she don't bite none
She on her knees and she's worshipping right now
With her friend I′m flirting right now she want fight now
These people they know not to try me
I get in that mode and collect me a body
I′m up in New York like I'm Gotti
I′m riding with a shotty like new Kawasakis
Cheese all on my left, uh
Cheese all on my side, yeah
They don't want it like that
They want me need to die, yeah
Cheese all on my left, uh
Cheese all on my side, yeah
They don′t want it like that
They want me need to die, yeah
Don't try me
You better save that shit up for somebody else
Don′t try me
Cuz bitch u can't be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got 'em
Get it
Window double tinted
Face sitting pretty
You bitches wouldn′t get it
I′m at Met Gala in Versace and it's fitted
Farted on these niggas
Oops, I think I shitted
He want X I′m liking his sister
Want to preform so I gotta book her
She say Chanel bag
Plus I'm gon′ flood her ears with boogers
They know not to try me they know for a fact that I got it
On my hip blue hundreds inside of my pocket
Mercedes-Benz in the Brabus kit body
I shipped it
I hit it
Take off like a rocket
Long as she don't tell nobody
I′m gon' caress her whole body
Know I'm ready as soon as she come
Uh
I lick it as soon as I′m done
Don′t want be late for the party
Oh, ah
You know I turn up, they can't never turn me down
Don′t try me
You better save that shit up for somebody else
Don't try me
Cuz bitch u can′t be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got 'em
Fuck B.E.T
Fuck B.E.T
Fuck B.E.T
Yuh
Fuck B.E.T
Yuh, yuh, ay, yeah
Writer(s): David Biral, Denzel Michael-akil Baptiste, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Montero Lamar Hill, Rosario Peter Lenzo Iv, Jason Michael Goldberg
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