Making Love to Fans

Lyrics

[Intro] Ten 'round my neck, nigga Twenty 'round my wrist, nigga Fifty in my clip, nigga Blitz yo whole shit, pussy Million dollar look, nigga Million dollar mwah, nigga Pull up on your bitch, nogga Hop out on yo sh–c'mon (Damn son, where'd ya find this?) [Chorus] Nigga back to back my shit jumpin' My timepiece cost a hunnid I'm rich and don't pay for nothin' I'm stingy like nigga fuck it I'm hidin' behind these hunnids You like it baby I love it I'm flying way out the country making love to fans, in London nigga [Verse] I ain't even met me yo bitch but if you said I did you know I f– Only nigga no TikToking, twitch but all the streams is jumping, nigga You niggas do all you can give it all you got, I do whatever I want, nigga Feel like Sadé with a pistol, I could've ghost wrote for Aaliyah G, got an iPhone 6 like it's 014 Tie my wicks up, corn syrup, mixed up, let me hit back my fiend My savages taste my cup, next week they had to buck, they flooding the streets Sandwich bag, full of Skittles like yo momma hooked to school with a treat Young and paid, ready to watch them burn out for you reach my age Niggas gay, bare these boys some calendars so they can learn to face Fuck a rapper bitch's age, she was on my radar, nah I ain't watch you on the radar They put anybody on the radar Matter of fact, get the f– [Chorus] Nigga back to back my shit jumpin' My timepiece cost a hunnid I'm rich and don't pay for nothin' I'm stingy like nigga fuck it I'm hidin' behind these hunnids You like it baby I love it I'm flying way out the country making love to fans, in London I got ten 'round my neck, nigga Twenty 'round my wrist, nigga Fifty in my clip, nigga Blitz yo whole shit, pussy Million dollar look, nigga Million dollar mwah, nigga Pull up on your bitch, nigga Hop out on yo sh–c'mon [Outro] Yeah, nigga Lil Birdman, yeah Baby Tunechi, yeah, yeah Big Slim, c'mon, yeah CMB, yeah, its all I need keep it G Baby Pacino, yeah RGCMB though, yeah Family, me though 430 faneto Pussy Evil Empire, New York Down South Supplier We got it, for cheap One thousand grams uncut to the gut We ain't new to this Way true to this Business, Evil Empire