Fan Lyrics

My bitch bad

Whip go fast

After that cash

My bitch bad in the bed she act the worst

Whip go fast I can't see where they were

After that cash every day we put in work

I can't slack rest up when I'm in the dirt

Race like drag

Blowing that gas

Gotta get bags

Bet my ops mad

To riches from rags

Didn't think I'd last

Ballout Steve Nash

New plays don't pass

My pants they sag

Burner show my ass

Counting up new cash

Too bad you lack

Damn where they at

Didn't think I'm the man

Had you in the plan

Fucked up your bandz

Now we ain't friends

Now you act like a fan

Vegas nights

Got the bread for a Vegas fight

Stepping out rocking all white

(Humming)

She know I don't know what's mediocre

Hundred-dollar plate just place the order

Keep my mental and finances in order

Smoke the finest she think I'm a importer

Passport ready we fly pass the border

Night we swang in the whip

Hold on baby you swanging

And I just poured drank in my soda

Hold on baby I'm too lit

I just smoked up too much of this gas

And I think I lost focus

Off these shrooms I'm on a trip

And I'm up on a flight in first class

And I feel like a floater

Land just to go to a yacht

Shawty looking so sexy

I might motorboat her

In the bed she act the worst

Whip go fast I can't see where they were

After that cash every day we put in work

I can't slack rest up when I'm in the dirt

Race like drag

Blowing that gas

Gotta get bags

Bet my ops mad

To riches from rags

Didn't think I'd last

Ballout Steve Nash

New plays don't pass

My pants they sag

Burner show my ass

Counting up new cash

Too bad you lack

Damn where they at

Didn't think I'm the man

Had you in the plan

Fucked up your bandz

Now we ain't friends

Now you act like a fan

Rocking designer I keep me that iron

I leave em black and white just like he Panda

Damn I'm too hostile need to chill

Getting money still imma trip

All of these drinks too much to sip

Damn I'm crossfaded feel I'm falling over

My shawty said she called over friends

Give me a minute I need to get sober

Just fucked her a minute ago it ain't over

These knots in my pocket

They weigh like a boulder

We be plotting on options

Just call us Team Rocket

One:44 in the booth I ain't sober

You think you can beat me you must not be sober

I'm out the park with it Mr. October

Didn't believe me Mr. Freeze you get the cold shoulder

Take my bitch on different flights this shit never over

In the bed she act the worst

Whip go fast I can't see where they were

After that cash every day we put in work

I can't slack rest up when I'm in the dirt

Race like drag

Blowing that gas

Gotta get bags

Bet my ops mad

To riches from rags

Didn't think I'd last

Ballout Steve Nash

New plays don't pass

My pants they sag

Burner show my ass

Counting up new cash

Too bad you lack

Damn where they at

Didn't think I'm the man

Had you in the plan

Fucked up your bandz

Now we ain't friends

Now you act like a fan

My bitch bad

Whip go fast

After that cash

My bitch bad

Whip go fast

After that cash