FANTA

[Intro]
Ayy, uh, okay, ayy
Okay, ayy, yuh
Wait, wait, wait
Yuh, umm, ayy

[Hook]
Okay like ooh, bad bitch, I'm a hype man
'Cause I like bitches on my dick and I like price tags
I couldn't care 'bout a lame unless they 'bout my bag
And I ain't hitting the phonebook, bitch I won't write back (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bad bitch, I'm a hype man
Cause I like bitches on my dick and I like price tags
I couldn't care 'bout a lame unless they 'bout my bag
And I ain't hitting the phonebook, bitch I won't write back (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1]
Aye, I don't need that bitch
Listen, you ain't got the sauce, and bitch I bleed that shit
Okay, wait, like y'all don't see my wrist
And you ain't have to go and find, like you ain't peepin' this
Okay, she act like she ain't been up on the anaconda
And bitch I ain't with all of that, I want a lot of prada
I bet she think she on my mind, but I ain't talk about her
Like I'm a bad ass bitch and I don't care 'bout nada
Ooh, ooh, who, who, who wanna talk to the man?
Okay she ain't bout shit if this ain't makin' her dance
And they 'gon think I'm stealin', how I pocket the bands
And bitch I been up high, and I ain't never 'gon land

[Hook]
Okay like ooh, bad bitch, I'm a hype man
Cause I like bitches on my dick and I like price tags
I couldn't care 'bout a lame unless they 'bout my bag
And I ain't hitting the phonebook, bitch I won't write back (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bad bitch, I'm a hype man
Cause I like bitches on my dick and I like price tags
I couldn't care 'bout a lame unless they 'bout my bag
And I ain't hitting the phonebook, bitch I won't write back (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
Ooh, you bitches sure do talk a lot
And no, I never heard of you, so don't come to the spot
Like yeah I'm taking all of that, lil bitch, how could I not?
They stay creepin' on my Instagram, like, "What's he gonna drop?"
Okay like, oh my God, I feel like I'm the man
Like don't get mad, I bet that your bitch stan
The way I break a bitch back, she needed a CAT scan
Wonder why they so scared, I'm makin 'em tap dance
Ooh, ayy, okay, I bet they fuckin' with me
I never spoke to her, now she wan' suck up on my willy
Lil bitch don't be gettin' lippy, tryna get a little drippy
And they can call me Drake, how I'm just tryna get a Milli

[Break]
I'm talkin 'bout cash...
Uh, Drake's a pedophile

[Hook]
Bad bitch, I'm a hype man
Cause I like bitches on my dick and I like price tags
I couldn't care 'bout a lame unless they 'bout my bag
And I ain't hitting the phonebook, bitch I won't write back (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bad bitch, I'm a hype man
Cause I like bitches on my dick and I like price tags
I couldn't care 'bout a lame unless they 'bout my bag
And I ain't hitting the phonebook, bitch I won't write back (Ayy, ayy, ayy)