[Chorus: Torns]

I'm no Andrew Tate

I got no house up in the hills

I can barely pay my bills

I bet you don't know how that feels

At the end of the day

I am the one that laughs the hardest

No point in trynna harm me with the things you say

Cuz you're banned

Banned forever

I'll post it on my story

Which you can't see

[Verse: Imagine Creativity]

I pull up in my 98 Flexin

Flexin

Coins in my pockets bout to buy myself some breakfast

Yum!

Now I gotta beg for my job back

Gotta pay the rent, blocked Dave off my contacts

Mannnn

One Day I'll Be Flexin

They'll Call me Mr. Plenty with the way I'm spending

Actually Andrews a bitch I take that back THAT'S My BAD

Andrew Got An Ego

But Hе Bald Just Like an Eagle

Ya Hustle Thеse Nuts

Why you dissin on the people

Mr. Plenty

I checked you're leather on the bently

Its cheaper than the music that my subscribers send me

What Color My Bugatti

It's Red

Stop Dissing Broke Boys and Get It Through Your Fuckin Head

That You Ain't Shit

Ya You Ancient

I'm Nauseous

I'm Falling at the ground like a pilot in a cockpit

You Can't Check Your Twitter cause you're a fuckin bitch

The Broke Boys Beat Andrew that's my only wish

Ya Andrew You Nothing But a Bitch

Flexin on the broke Boys what you teach to little kids

You Nothing But a Bitch

You Nothing But a Bitch

You Nothing But a Bitch

You Nothing But a Bitch

[Chorus: Torns]

I'm no Andrew Tate

I got no house up in the hills

I can barely pay my bills

I bet you don't know how that feels

At the end of the day

I am the one that laughs the hardest

No point in trynna harm me with the things you say

Cuz you're banned

Banned forever

I'll post it on my story

Which you can't see

I'm no Andrew Tate

I got no house up in the hills

I can barely pay my bills

I bet you don't know how that feels