FACE TATTOO

I'm too pretty for a face tattoo

Bad bitches in the back and they tryna make moves

Pull up to the club, sippin hundred proof

Bought too many drugs, now my rent passed due

My accountant called, said you better make another dance song

Or you're working at Jiffy Lube

That's true, damn, better hit the studio than clock in

Make a hit clock out, do my dance

Just got ten bands, let me do a handstand

Got back from tour, now it's back to the plans

Got a new crib, I can see to Japan

Shout out to the haters that are secretly fans

(Oh, you need to put a little seasoning on that thing)

I need a Fitbit, runnin' this game for weeks

I don't split shit, hundred percent goes to me

Better give me that money, don't make a scene

You know, cash rules everything around me (cream)

Play this song at a Applebee's

Play this song at a Dairy Queen

Play this song at a White Castle

Now Billy livin' in a big White Castle

My doctor called, he told me, i am sick

Never heard a flow quite like this

Let me stack my chips till I'm rich as H.E

Double hockey sticks, I'm poppin' bitch, I'm non-stop

Might cop a whip, flow quick, need some goddamn oxygen

Here he goes again, here he goes again

I'm on the road, never know what state I'm in

(Fuck!)

Billy blowin' up like you thought I would

I'm too Midwest to go Hollywood

I got the blueprint, they used to call me a nuisance

Now I got two whips, never gave two shits

Comin' up, that's quick, double up my fists

Cuddle up, yo bitch, gotta give her that 25 percent tip

Then dip (yes, yes!)

Three to the two, to the one

I might gamble all of my funds

I might cancel all of my plans

I might crash the whip just for fun

I might buy your house, near the sand

Pull Out that advance, IRS on my ass, 'cause I only got cash

Stuff it all under the mattress, then dash

This is just a dance song