Welcome to the Booty Tape lyrics

[Intro: Cam Haller & Momma Cuf]
So what's your opinion on Ugly God, ma? A lot of people have wanted me to do that
The-This two videos we just saw?
Yeah
Well, good luck to him, because whatever he made off that is not gonna be—, no
Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God
What you mean?
He's not gonna make any more, that was terrible
Hahaha
I mean, I'm pretty open-minded, so I like some of these people. I think they have a future
This guy, number one, he's not that attractive. Number two, he's not! I mean, he's just not that attractive!
And then all is he wants to sing about is dumb stuff, almost like, vu—. I don't know how to even say it, he's singing like pornographic stuff, and who just wants to see?
I mean, I guess if he has an audience for it, good luck. I would never listen to that. And I'm—, I mean I like to..
So it's a no? Final opinion on Ugly God?
Oh yeah, no, no-no-no-no, no-no, no. No-no, no. He's one of the worst you have shown me
Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God

[Verse]
I spent that check on my neck
I got yo b*tch drippin', she wet (Drip)
n*gga, please don't disrespect
My n*ggas, they grippin' them TECs (Pew pew pew)
I pull up and pick up that check
I go to yo crib, put my di*k in yo sister
Yo b*tch on my line, I pull up and I drill her
Don't D.M. me, n*gga, don't hit me on Twitter
Damn, I am the G.O.A.T, admit it (Yeah)
I f*ck on yo b*tch 'cause she with it
These n*ggas so broke, I don't get it (The f*ck?)
I need me a milli', let's get it (Ayy)
I always say I need a milli' (Ayy)
I probably won't stop 'til I cop me a milli' (Ayy)
When I touch a milli', I'll cop me a Bentley (Ayy)
So let me stack up 'cause my pockets look empty
You n*ggas and b*tches irrelevant
I need me that check, I pay hella rent
My pockets thicker than a elephant
I do this rap sh*t for the hell of it
2016, b*tch I coulda been President
b*tch I'm the sh*t, I came up and it's evident
Don't call me brother, no we are not relatives
You n*ggas are snakes, yuh (Snakes)
These b*tches is fake, yuh (Fake)
I see that you hate, yuh (b*tch)
I count up this cake, yuh (I run up that cash)
You savin' these hoes, lil' n*gga (The f*ck?)
I cannot relate, yuh (Cannot relate)
But get you a cape, yuh (Yuh)
Say hey to my tape, yuh, b*tch
[Outro]
Thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God, thanks Ugly God