FLICK Lyrics

Yeah, what

Yeah, take off I fly like a jet

Driving the coupe gave me head

That's your bitch, why she in my bed?

They was hating, now they on my dick

Now asking me to take a flick

I'm turning they ass to a fan

Bitch I'm better than your man

50s on me

50s on me, Uncle Sam

I'm in a new coupe, not a Lamb

But baby I push up I'm pushing the gas

She got little titties big ass

I got quadruple they paycheck in cash

Everything I got right now, yeah, yeah, right now make me look fly as a bat

Bitch right now covered in swag

Yeah, I'm rocking all black

I had a bitch who thought she vamp, but she just a thot, like where is your dad?

I was on a bitch bed, calling me daddy

Mexican bitch and I'm calling her Mami

In return that bitch was calling me Papi

Rockstar, rock out, feeling like Ozzy

I been doing too much tryna touch a million

But a milly ain't even a lot

That's why my name Billy, uh huh

I'm tryna touch whole billion

I'm raising the standards right up to the ceiling

I'm fucking a hoe, bitch lost her earrings

Look at my swag they steady be stealing

They was talkin' bout me like I didn't even bring in a bag

Lil' bitch I got four of them bags and you could have one if you want it so bad

Get off of my dick you just mad

You mad that I'm doing it better than him

You seeing my posts on the 'gram, you realizing that could've been you

I ball like I'm MJ with Flu

That ain't my girl that just is my crew

You see me now, you don't know what to do

You see me now, you don't know what to do

You could've been here, girl you know that's true

Take off I fly like a jet

In the coupe she gave me head

That's your bitch, why she in my bed?

They was hating, now they on my dick

Now asking me to take a flick

I'm turning they ass to a fan

Bitch I'm better than your man

You know I'm better than him