[Intro]

Based1 got them bands ho

[Verse 1]

I live by the saying "Another dolla another day"

Another bitch is getting slaved

A lot of money getting made

I got money in the bank, they callin' me Cena

I just pulled off in a, and if you ever seen it, that shit was a Demon, lil' shawty a demon

But she still on her knees fuck me like I was a deacon

She told me to change, I told lil' shawty to keep it

I gotta get the Febreeze, I gotta cover the weed

He got in front of the dream, I'm putting buddy to sleep

I feel like Saturday just cause I put an end to thе week

Oh you gotta stick with the Bs, sound like you kidding to me

You makin' monеy but I can tell you is different than me

I just pulled off in the Aston, test me guarantee all you niggas passing

Jetski when in Miami, I got a bad bitch

Sext me baby, I want it inside a backseat

Next please, I'm in and out of shawty the fast way

[Chorus]

But that ain't none of my dang business

In LA with the cully I got the gang in it

Anytime there's some drama she throw my name in it

Nowadays I know all the problems fucking with lame bitches (cough, cough)

In the studio coughing, the cookie strangle me

If it's ever been a problem, they ain't say shit

I been through a lot of bitches in the matrix

Turn into a whole 'nother nigga when the bass hit

I been shootin' like I might just get a Naismith

Fuck her then I told her to take care on some Drake shit

Never wore a pair of Ray-Bans on my face

It was straight to the Cartier frames and the bracelets

And my bitch is Jane Doe, she'll forever be faceless

Push out the best I'm a young nigga, tasteless

Nigga push come to shove when it comes to The Met, bitch I'm more than the best, it's a test, imma ace it

[Verse 2]

Shit I might just go platinum, I'll turn 'em to ashes

I'll blacken my shoes so I go head and match them

Every night for me look like the last fucking supper

I look on your plate and decease you the fastest

I just took a pic, I don't know what to caption it

But fuck it I'll probably just say I get cash, and get cash, and get cash, til I run out of characters

I can't let no bitches get me out of character

She Bryan, gotta cook, like my name was Cranston

She eyeing, take a look it's always in my hand bitch

She be sighing, I'm like God bitch is for the land

Shawty cryin', tellin' me to get her out of jam

But I ain't like that, I just gotta treat her like a fan

Treat her to the dick, I never treat her to a dance

Two shots, one for me and one for all the pussy niggas watching in the stands

Ass buried in they hands

[Chorus]

But that ain't none of my dang business

In LA with the cully I got the gang in it

Anytime there's some drama she throw my name in it

Nowadays I know all the problems fucking with lame bitches (cough, cough)

In the studio coughing, the cookie strangle me

If it's ever been a problem, they ain't say shit

I been through a lot of bitches in the matrix

Turn into a whole 'nother nigga when the bass hit

I been shootin' like I might just get a Naismith

Fuck her then I told her to take care on some Drake shit

Never wore a pair of Ray-Bans on my face

It was straight to the Cartier frames and the bracelets

And my bitch is Jane Doe, she'll forever be faceless

Push out the best I'm a young nigga, tasteless

Nigga push come to shove when it comes to The Met, bitch I'm more than the best, it's a test, imma ace it