Yeah, fuck B.E.T

Fuck B.E.T, fuck B.E.T

Yeah, fuck B.E.TYeah, yeah, ayy, yeah (Daytrip, take it to ten, yeah!)

Lick it on up, mmm-mmm

Slurp it, mmm-ah

Make it sloppy, okay-okay, okay-okay

Look at how I top shit, bitch

I just put like three up in the Top 10

And I don′t need nobody, I just need these CC's on my body

Everything I do, bitch, right or wrong, gon′ make a profit

Read about it, I don't even gotta sing about it

I wake up with the money that you niggas dream about, uh

Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my side, yeah

They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah

Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my side, yeah

They don′t want it like that, they want me to die, yeah

Don′t try me

You better save that shit up for somebody else

Don't try me

′Cause, bitch, I can't be late to the party, yeah

Yeah, you know we got it

Hundreds inside this bitch, a hundred sticks

A hundred bitches with 100 thousand on my wrist, yeah

Baddie in my bed, and she plan on driving me

Demons in my head, I can′t stop 'em all from rotting me

She want me to buy her some CC′s

She wanna eat, and I hope she don't bite, nah

She on her knees and she's worshiping right now

With her friend, I′m flirting, now she want fight now

These people, they know not to try me, I get in that mode and collect me a body

I′m up in New York like I'm Gotti

I′m riding lil' shorty like new Kawasaki′s

Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my side, yeah

They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah

Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my side, yeah

They don′t want it like that, they want me to die, yeah

Don't try me

You better save that shit up for somebody else

Don't try me

′Cause, bitch, I can′t be late to the party, yeah

Yeah, you know we got it

Hmm, get it, window double tinted

Face sitting pretty, you bitches wouldn't get it

I′m at Met Gala in Versace, and it's fitted

Farted on these niggas, oops, I think I shitted

He want X′, I'm liking his sister

Want her to perform, so I gotta book her

She say Chanel bag, plus I′m gon' flood her ears with boogers

They know not to try me, they know for a fact that I got it

On my hip, and blue hundreds inside of my pocket

Mercedes-Benz in the Brabus kit body

I shipped it, I hit it, take off like a rocket

Long as she don't tell nobody, I′m gon′ caress her whole body

Know I'm ready as soon as she come, uh

I lick it as soon as I′m done (yeah)

Don't want be late for the party, oh, ah-ah-ah

You know I turn up, they can′t never turn me down

Don't try me

You better save that shit up for somebody else

Don′t try me

'Cause, bitch, I can't be late to the party, yeah

Yeah, you know we got it

Yeah, fuck B.E.T

Fuck B.E.T, fuck B.E.T

Yeah, fuck B.E.T

Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah