FanDuel Lyrics

You ain't bad, you ain't nothing

Aye cook it up, Zae, aye cook it up, Zae, aye cook it up, Zae, aye cook it up

My favorite president, Donald Trump

But my knot filled with Andrew

You won't catch me in hand me downs

Everything be brand new

When I'm off them beans, It feel like it ain't shit I can't do

A ho can't see my bed

A hotel mattress is what she about to get slammed through

He upped a couple hundred on the Gram

I bet that shit on FanDuel

When I just could've took me and my bitch to Cancún

I know she thinkin' to herself like this nigga a damn fool

Just know before them wins come, my baby, you gon' damn lose

Wish somebody told me in this street shit, it ain't no damn rules

Cause my heart torn to pieces

I'd be lyin' if I said I'm cool

Cause I ain't

I know God want me to forgive, but I'm too stubborn, I just can't

If they get me, before I get them

Don't hit the news like I was a saint

I try not to get in my feelings, but when I do, pour up some drank

Don't think shit sweet cause what you heard

Fuck around and watch you get spanked

These niggas be broke as fuck, never seen them OT or at the bank

Spent six hundred on a pair of Asics

It look like I stepped in paint

Oh, I forgot this a collab with Gallery

I just had holes inside my pants

Remember, they all laughed at me

I cut Dog off, he couldn't pay his debt

And now he mad at me

And then watch Dog turn to a snake

I swear that shit was sad to see

We ain't gettin' younger

Nigga, we grown as fuck

I got priorities

I can't crash out for you

Cause you ain't gon' help me pay them lawyer fees

I'm tired of hearin' that I love you shit

Cause I'm real big on loyalty

That's somethin' you gotta know, nigga

Loyalty outvalue everything

Huh, just caught the drank man

I told him I need a crate of green

I gotta crack the seal myself before I taste the lean

Can't trip bout a bitch

I'm makin' money before I ever make a scene

And before I chase a hoe

I'll help her chase her dreams

Huh, too bad I ain't signed to Meek and nem

300 black out feelin' hungry

It just bit a piece of him

If I don't know nothin', I know how to make some pape

Silly, my momma Kim

Been runnin' it up on this ankle monitor

When I pop out, I'm comin' trim

My favorite president, Donald Trump

But my knot filled with Andrew

You won't catch me in hand me downs

Everything be brand new

When I'm off them beans, It feel like it ain't shit I can't do

A ho can't see my bed

A hotel mattress is what she about to get slammed through

He upped a couple hundred on the Gram

I bet that shit on FanDuel

When I just could've took me and my bitch to Cancún

I know she thinkin' to herself like this nigga a damn fool

Just know before them wins come, my baby, you gon' damn lose