Fan lyrics

[Intro]
Damn, these n*ggas be trippin' (Yes)
Whatever, yeah, whatever, yeah (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Yeah, uh

[Refrain]
These n*ggas really, they dumb
These n*ggas done
Told me to add him, but he gonna run
I'm makin' millions and came from the slums
I play with n*ggas on songs just for fun
Pull out that di*k but f*ck her with my thumb
I am not Nick Cannon but they know I be wildin' out every time I pull out that drum (Woah)

[Chorus]
Every n*gga that know that I f*cked this b*tch
I know them boys wanna off me (Ayy)
All of my wrists is on President (Ayy), no, I do not wear a Carti' (Ayy)
You saw my b*tch in your residence (Ayy), oh my God, it got you salty (Ayy)
This sh*t is oh-so irrelevant (Yeah), only thing I love is balling (Woah)

[Verse]
Only thing I love is money (Money)
Why would I love on your b*tch if your b*tch cheated on you with me? (Thot)
Rick Owens shoes, yeah, they came with the pocket on the side
Two a piece, I could ride the flow and lose the beat (Yes)
I do not know what size that girl, 'cause every time she over she just gon' use her knees (Use her knees)
Oh my God, ah-choo, I gotta sneeze
I got a, uh, slime disease (Ah-choo)
My b*tch so bad, fine disease
I got a gift, findin' the freaks
I got a chick flyer than me
I must admit her name start with a B
The city she in, start with a C
I know I'm famous but I am a G
No, not a G, baby, I am a B
She said, "You cried, now you badder than me"
She said, "Yeah, you make songs but ain't half as me"
He doin' okay? Ain't got cash like me
If that n*gga ever blast at me, we gon' aim at his face and just blast his teeth
She told me he rich, I said, "Cap to me" (Ayy)
No, I'm no hater, just see what I see (Ayy, woah)
Look at my shoes, got a C on a C (Ayy)
b*tch, I'm too high, got a E on the P (Ayy)
I-L-L, I'm as ill as can be
If you a loose screw, got a Phillip with me (Yeah)
My n*ggas Rugrats, he pull out the Tommy, so you just better off just dealin' with me
I'm whippin' Angelica, I gave it to Susie, you know that that girl gonna sell it for me (For me)
I just talked to Chuckie, he doin' real well, that n*gga almost turned a felon for me
My whip sound like Reptar, I pull up the best car (Ayy)
My gun is so big, kill a wildebeest (Ayy)
Yeah, he got a body but that n*gga pus*y, so he really not in the field to me
I just talked to Linda, you know that she crackin'
She pourin', she pourin' the seal for me (For me)
I said "James Bond, Aston Martin, 007," and they build it for me (Vroom)
Don't want a mansion 'cause n*ggas be watchin', if you get me a loft would you build it for me? (huh?)
Most of my n*ggas, they loyal to me, some of my n*ggas was stealin' from me (Yeah)
That showed me who gon' run when it's war time
That she showed me who the killas for real (Brah)
Damn, you ain't done?
Look at her tryna put her draw on me (Oh my God)
Look at her tryna get it out of me
Look at her tryna get on me (Oh my God)
She tryna hold me right now when I bust, I told that girl to get off me (Ayy)
I can never f*ck with a fan again, you know Dior gonna stop me (What?)
[Chorus]
Every n*gga that know that I f*cked this b*tch (Ooh)
I know them boys wanna off me (Ayy)
All of my wrists is on President, no, I do not wear a Carti' (Ayy)
You saw my b*tch in your residence (What?), oh my God, it got you salty (Ayy)
This sh*t is oh-so irrelevant (Irrelevant), only thing I love is balling (Balling)

[Refrain]
These n*ggas really, they dumb
These n*ggas done
Told me to add him, but he gonna run
I'm makin' millions and came from the slums
I play with n*ggas on songs just for fun
Pull out that di*k but f*ck her with my thumb
I am not Nick Cannon but they know I be wildin' out every time I pull out that drum (Baow)

[Outro]
Look at these n*ggas, tryna be me
Look at my b*tch, fine as me
I just spent twenty racks right in my sleep
These n*ggas broke, sound like me
These n*ggas broke, sound like me
These n*ggas broke, sound like me
Look at these n*ggas, tryna be me
Look at my b*tch, fine as me
These n*ggas broke, sound like me
Find a beat