OnlyFans lyrics

[Verse 1: Don Perrion]
I don't really talk that much
sh*t, I can't do the most, I'm tryna live it up
Like how the f*ck did we get here and we come from the Buc?
Like how the f*ck can you suck di*k and don't get the nut?
I got b*tches all around prayin' I hit them up, huh
I'm with the Coochie Man, we finna tag team a couple sl*ts
I don't give a f*ck what you say, I ain't eatin' butt
sh*t, I'd rather take a chance than be in handcuffs
In the 'Vette, top off, we finna race the sun
n*gga touch me while I'm ballin', that's an and-one
I know n*ggas who wanna kill that got they first gun
sh*t, I was still with Dee Rich when he was on the run

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Damn
How the f*ck you always in some beef, but you don't own a gun?
How the f*ck you always act like me? You my only son
n*gga tried to flash a dookie knot, but it was only ones
Damn
Threw a party full of bad b*tches, it was only fun
Caught my opp slippin' at the— ahh
All of my opps broke as hell, yeah, they only bums, damn
I can make your b*tch do some sh*t, I'm the genie man
Freak b*tch left the whole— ahh
b*tch left the doonie room mad, this b*tch clingy, man
[Verse 3: Don Perrion]
Yeah, n*gga, ayy
My cuddy wide as hell, he done made a killing off the scams
Finally left the spot, but in my feelings 'cause I love the grams
I love private b*tches that be havin' low-key OnlyFans
Hit a n*gga block and drop fifty, why you do that, man?
Dog sh*t on me, I know you can smell it through the pants
I don't give a f*ck about the fame, n*gga, I want bands
Everybody shinin' right now, let's say amen
But if we get locked, I ain't gon' cap, I'm lyin' on the stand

[Verse 4: YN Jay]
Damn
I'm mad as f*ck that I walked in the club, I ain't even see no hoes, it was only men
Got a white fan kinda crazy, it was only Stan
When I say I got a n*gga popped, it was only cans
Group of bad b*tches in my room, it was only fans
b*tch say she wanna make a movie, it was OnlyFans
Lied to a b*tch, said we finna shoot a video just to let me f*ck, that was OnlyFans
n*gga dropped the ball, now it's over, that's his only chance, ayy
(Oh, you talkin' 'bout like that's his only chance, he ain't got— alright)
n*gga in the titty bar, tip a b*tch five dollars, that's your only dance
n*gga act like he was my motherf*ckin' brother, we was only friends

[Outro: YN Jay]
You hear?— alright
That's my— alright
That's the Coochie Man sound— alright
Yeah