I'm too pretty for a face tattoo
Bad bitches in the back and they tryna make moves
Pull up to the club, sippin hundred proof
Bought too many drugs, now my rent passed due
My accountant called, said you better make another dance song
Or you're working at Jiffy Lube
That's true, damn, better hit the studio than clock in
Make a hit clock out, do my dance
Just got ten bands, let me do a handstand
Got back from tour, now it's back to the plans
Got a new crib, I can see to Japan
Shout out to the haters that are secretly fans
(Oh, you need to put a little seasoning on that thing)
I need a Fitbit, runnin' this game for weeks
I don't split shit, hundred percent goes to me
Better give me that money, don't make a scene
You know, cash rules everything around me (cream)
Play this song at a Applebee's
Play this song at a Dairy Queen
Play this song at a White Castle
Now Billy livin' in a big White Castle
My doctor called, he told me, I am sick
Never heard a flow quite like this
Let me stack my chips till I'm rich as H.E
Double hockey sticks, I'm poppin' bitch, I'm non-stop
Might cop a whip, flow quick, need some goddamn oxygen
Here he goes again, here he goes again
I'm on the road, never know what state I'm in
(Fuck!)
Billy blowin' up like you thought I would
I'm too Midwest to go Hollywood
I got the blueprint, they used to call me a nuisance
Now I got two whips, never gave two shits
Comin' up, that's quick, double up my fists
Cuddle up, yo bitch, gotta give her that 25 percent tip
Then dip (yes, yes!)
Three to the two, to the one
I might gamble all of my funds
I might cancel all of my plans
I might crash the whip just for fun
I might buy your house, near the sand
Pull Out that advance, IRS on my ass, 'cause I only got cash
Stuff it all under the mattress, then dash
This is just a dance song
They said I won't last long
I don't need your advice
DJ, keep that beat goin'
If Billy on the track, it's a wrap
You all cap the big man takin' over rap (that's facts)
Goddamn, crashed the cash app again
This a bonafided slap, I walkin' and they clap
Don't worry about me, still do it with ease
Same me new keys, better pay my fees
Old friends pretend that they still know that G double O's
In my jeans, you ain't shit but a flee
Got new flows every week, sippin' coffee till 3:35
In the morning, you boring, that's why you ain't tourin'
I used to stay in the house like I was Corey
I used to push mops, now I'm pushin' a foreign
I'll be makin' music till I turn to a corpse
Every time you drop a track, I snore
Every time you drop a track, I ignore
Billy eating good, I heard he lives at the foot court
Billy is the reason that you gettin divorced
Billy is the teacher, and you takin' the course
What? Come on, somebody come get this, man
Come on, now, come on, get that pepper
That's just too much doggone pepper
I don't even wanna see this no more
