I Don't Answer

I did the most for the bands, niggas can't tell me shit

New ice and it dance, swimming like Phelps and shit

She wanna fuck on my mans, I might go sell ya bitch

I count my bread in advance, I don't need help with it

I pour the lean by the ounce, never a drought

I'm just scoring like the Answer

She call my phone what about, I'm in her mouth

She too boring, I don't answer

I'm in the club with an ounce, stand on the couch

Chain lookin' like the dancers

We get in, get it out, diamonds they shout

Diamonds on me throw a tantrum

Pour a six in a Fanta

Fuck your lil' bitch, give her gifts like I'm Santa

I got lil' bitch, she a dancer

I just might put her on camera

Wait, fuckin' her mouth

Matter fact kickin' her out, can't stay in my house

Run to that cheese like a mouse

Pounds they right in the couch

I make the money look easy

She want a bag, you cannot be greedy

Look at my AP it's freezing

Yeezys on, check the season

They tryna copy the wave

Too many chains like a slave

I was broke, now I'm paid

Poppin' two pills then I geek on the stage

I did the most for the bands, niggas can't tell me shit

New ice and it dance, swimming like Phelps and shit

She wanna fuck on my mans, I might go sell ya bitch

I count my bread in advance, I don't need help with it

I pour the lean by the ounce, never a drought

I'm just scoring like the Answer

She call my phone what about, I'm in her mouth

She too boring, I don't answer

I'm in the club with an ounce, stand on the couch

Chain lookin' like the dancers

We get in, get it out, diamonds they shout

Diamonds on me throw a tantrum

Diamonds on me throw a tantrum

Got the 'Rari, park the Phantom

Paparazzi with the cameras

We keep flexin', they can't stand it

Quarter mil stashed in the couch, I'm in her mouth

Fly the birds down south

The brick is official, I stamp it

She wanna be, remember ridin' in the Camry

The money is close

Boy with a hundred, I'm doin' the most

I gotta boast

These rappers is fraud, really they broke

We got a MAC

Audemar arm, Givenchy my tag

We got the cash

Stuff fifty racks in the paper bag

I did the most for the bands, niggas can't tell me shit

New ice and it dance, swimming like Phelps and shit

She wanna fuck on my mans, I might go sell ya bitch

I count my bread in advance, I don't need help with it

I pour the lean by the ounce, never a drought

I'm just scoring like the Answer

She call my phone what about, I'm in her mouth

She too boring, I don't answer

I'm in the club with an ounce, stand on the couch

Chain lookin' like the dancers

We get in, get it out, diamonds they shout

Diamonds on me throw a tantrum