Bet on Me

I like my jeans a little tighter

My drink a little lighter

A nigga that’s a fighter

Put it down like I like

I like my bank a little stronger

‘Cause my money lot longer

And if ‘pimpin ain’t right, then I couldn’t be wronger

Make me hit a falsetto, like we fucking singing songs-uh

Di-did it so good, had to tell my bitch Yolanda

You know I’m going back, like I left something at home, bruh

But I ain’t spend the night, ‘cause then you ‘gon fall in love, bruh