Bourbon

Goddamn

Y'all hoes watch everything l do

Ol' creep-ass, freak-ass, peepin' tom-ass bitch

B-B-Bankroll got it

Aye, hmm

I ain't got beef with nobody 'bout ****, we all know who the it **** is ('Bout ****, hmm)

Y'all keep arguin' 'bout edited pics, ask my accountant, he'll tell you it's lit (Edited pics, mwah)

**** goin' live from that dirty-ass crib, think you my opp, but it's all in your head (Ew, it's all in yo' head)

Outdoin' any **** comin' for Meg, I sell out arenas, the **** is you sayin'? (Yeah, yeah, ah)

They give 'em a cookie for comin' for me, but won't give 'em a stream, won't invest in a team

Mission accomplished, you got your lil' comments, but all of that hatin' ain't buy you a thing (Buy you a thing)

All of this love bought me a chain, M for a show and I bought me a ring (Yeah, baow)

**** buy **** and ain't fixin' the face, if you comin' for me, better pick up your pace, hmm (Yeah, yeah)

Hot Girl Productions, head of the label, nothin' but hits comin' out of the stable (Head of the label, yeah)

Shout out to God 'cause He set up the table, own everything, everybody ain't able

Clearly, we know who been taking the payments, we see who name bring the clicks and engagement (Hmm)

We know the people in blogs with arrangements, I know the ones that ain't 'bout what they claimin' (Hmm, ah)

Man, **** these ****, **** these ****, **** they feelings (**** they feelings)

Way too much ****-eatin' on Twitter, on rap ****, a punk-ass **** dinner (Yeah, yeah)

**** ain't makin' these labels no money, everything they make goin' straight to the dealer (Hmm)

I wear rocks, ****, I feel like Jigga, a real bombshell, gettin' turnt in the villa, ah (Yeah, yeah)

Smoother than Jergens, clean like detergent, ****, I ain't ****, I'm workin', hmm (I'm workin')

If these **** weren't tellin' my business, damn near thought I was perfect, hmm

He text me say, "911," he need this **** urgent

These **** ain't built like me, they tryna find a surgeon, hmm (Ah)

****, these **** love this ****, I ain't finna stop twerkin', hmm (Yeah)

****, I'm so in love with this money, I ain't never finna stop workin', hmm (Workin')

I've been ballin' for so long, I think I'm Kyrie Irving

I'm a tall drink of water, **** like a shot of bourbon (Ah)

Hmm, you know

I'm sick of you **** actin' like I don't be rappin' my **** off, hmm

I know a booth hate to see one of you non-rappin' **** comin'

I slang more chicken heads than Roscoes, more blue in my thread than an iPhone (Roscoes, hmm)

These **** fake hard like a strap on, Hermès, every color in the Pantone (Hmm, yeah)

I buck on that **** like I'm half horse, **** sittin' up high like a minotaur (Ah, yeah)

**** need a pen pal, can't spit a bar, spit your best when you're tryna get a **** off (Hmm)

They be clappin' for **** that do the bare minimum, come to me, everybody get critical (Why?)

They be forcin' the hate and it's pitiful, **** lame and I don't wanna sit with 'em

**** mouse and I don't wanna click with 'em, comin' for me like I'm putting **** in 'em

They compare you to me, you a synonym, I'm producing these **** like Timbaland (Hmm)

P-p-p-p-pop it back, hear how that **** smack (Back, ah)

**** that wanna be me, he want some copy cat (Wanna be me, copy cat)

Ooh, you thought you really made it, I know these **** mad (You did, **** mad)

All these lil' **** come and go like they be sellin' **** (Hmm, baow)

LV, rainbow print, that's vintage, I ain't even ask how much, just spent it (Just spent it)

Bought it in Japan, so a **** can't get this, lil' **** bag, couldn't make me your mistress (Yeah, yeah, make me your mistress)

All my accounts got all my interest, on my own mood board on Pinterest (Yeah, on Pinterest)

Givin' out work, don't need no assistants, ain't a **** pen out this vicious (Hey, hey, ah)

Hmm, and if you sick of me, ****, you better stay on bed rest

'Cause I'm finna **** up the rest of your year

Bye

Mwah