Aight, bet. Lyrics

I don't think you rappers really know

Who you're dealing with

I don't need your membership

Y'all are just the middlemen

Flexing like you got it

When ya girl let me hit again

You are just a little dent

Catch us at a Wimbledon

Rocking dames socks

And a visor for some shade

Feeling like I'm Blade

Black vampire

In the sun I don't age

SPF 30

For protection from the rays

Thank my haters for the shade

Got enough juice

To let the thirsty, hydrate

My cup overfloweth

Never liked the show biz

I am an experience

You are just a moment

Masters, I own it

Publishing, I own it

Enjoying my company

The top it gets lonely

All these hoes need me

And I don't even want em

I ain't even gay

I just know that I'm focused

I know that I am chosen

We still eye and eye

Always at the same level

Even when a nigga smokin

I like my diesel sour

Black Austin Powers

The spy who shagged me

Ended up being a coward

Catalogue devoured

Ain't no comparison

Half of em scared of me

The rest of yall I'm better than

The champ is here

DAMES logo on a letterman

Tryna be a better man

I don't see me settling

Mama raised a gentleman

Depending on her measurements

I give her 8 inches

Now she call this dick her medicine