Making Love to Fans lyrics

[Intro]
Ten 'round my neck, n*gga
Twenty 'round my wrist, n*gga
Fifty in my clip, n*gga
Blitz yo whole sh*t, pus*y
Million dollar look, n*gga
Million dollar mwah, n*gga
Pull up on your b*tch, nogga
Hop out on yo sh–c'mon

(Damn son, where'd ya find this?)

[Chorus]
n*gga back to back my sh*t jumpin'
My timepiece cost a hunnid
I'm rich and don't pay for nothin'
I'm stingy like n*gga f*ck it
I'm hidin' behind these hunnids
You like it baby I love it
I'm flying way out the country making love to fans, in London n*gga

[Verse]
I ain't even met me yo b*tch but if you said I did you know I f–
Only n*gga no TikToking, twitch but all the streams is jumping, n*gga
You n*ggas do all you can give it all you got, I do whatever I want, n*gga
Feel like Sadé with a pistol, I could've ghost wrote for Aaliyah
G, got an iPhone 6 like it's 014
Tie my wicks up, corn syrup, mixed up, let me hit back my fiend
My savages taste my cup, next week they had to buck, they flooding the streets
Sandwich bag, full of Skittles like yo momma hooked to school with a treat
Young and paid, ready to watch them burn out for you reach my age
n*ggas gay, bare these boys some calendars so they can learn to face
f*ck a rapper b*tch's age, she was on my radar, nah I ain't watch you on the radar
They put anybody on the radar
Matter of fact, get the f–
[Chorus]
n*gga back to back my sh*t jumpin'
My timepiece cost a hunnid
I'm rich and don't pay for nothin'
I'm stingy like n*gga f*ck it
I'm hidin' behind these hunnids
You like it baby I love it
I'm flying way out the country making love to fans, in London

I got ten 'round my neck, n*gga
Twenty 'round my wrist, n*gga
Fifty in my clip, n*gga
Blitz yo whole sh*t, pus*y
Million dollar look, n*gga
Million dollar mwah, n*gga
Pull up on your b*tch, n*gga
Hop out on yo sh–c'mon

[Outro]
Yeah, n*gga
Lil Birdman, yeah
Baby Tunechi, yeah, yeah
Big Slim, c'mon, yeah
CMB, yeah, its all I need keep it G
Baby Pacino, yeah
RGCMB though, yeah
Family, me though
430 faneto
pus*y
Evil Empire, New York Down South Supplier
We got it, for cheap
One thousand grams uncut to the gut
We ain't new to this
Way true to this
Business, Evil Empire