Records lyrics

[Chorus]
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass (Chase Icon)
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass
(Zane Lowe's world record)

[Verse 1]
Fakе bags, fake boobs, fake lips
Got him hypnotized by my body on a silvеr screen
Fake teeth, fake titties, real hips
Wet dream, now he's fiending for my shower scene
Fake bags, fake boobs, fake lips
Fake b*tch, fake teeth, fake titties, real hips
Fake bags, fake boobs, fake lips
I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass

[Verse 2]
f*ck that Maybelline sh*t you other b*tches wear (f*ck it)
(I don't sell ass anymore)
I need more, lips in Dior sticking to my blonde hair
(I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass)
I might get my ass done just to match the double D's
I'ma pull my titties out and tell the surgeon double these
Fake body, real b*tch, you can't humble me
Devil is my client now, he don't wanna fumble me
[Chorus]
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass

[Verse 3]
Sign your name in blood, seal it with a kiss
(I don't sell ass anymore)
All my big titty bad b*tches gonna f*ck to this
(I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass)
Fake bags, fake boobs, fake lips
Fake b*tch, fake teeth, fake titties, real hips
Fake bags, fake boobs, fake lips
Fake b*tch, fake teeth, fake titties, real hips

[Verse 4]
I'm that b*tch that you other b*tches think you are
(I don't sell ass anymore)
Touching up my MAC in a bureaucrat's foreign car
(I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass)
There was once a time there was nothing that I wouldn't sell
I would smuggle bricks down the border in my bombshell
Cartier and my toes painted eggshell
Never broke an NDA, baby I would never tell (Shh)
[Chorus]
I don't sell ass anymore, ass anymore
Ass, ass, ass, ass anymore (Chase Icon)
I don't sell ass anymore, ass anymore
I don't sell ass (Like the bank, b*tch)
I don't sell ass anymore, ass anymore
I don't sell ass anymore I sell records
(He's the best producer that I've ever worked with)
I don't sell ass anymore I sell records
(I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass)