Naismith

[Intro]
Based1 got them bands ho

[Verse 1]
I live by the saying "Another dolla another day"
Another bitch is getting slaved
A lot of money getting made
I got money in the bank, they callin' me Cena
I just pulled off in a, and if you ever seen it, that shit was a Demon, lil' shawty a demon
But she still on her knees fuck me like I was a deacon
She told me to change, I told lil' shawty to keep it
I gotta get the Febreeze, I gotta cover the weed
He got in front of the dream, I'm putting buddy to sleep
I feel like Saturday just cause I put an end to thе week
Oh you gotta stick with the Bs, sound like you kidding to me
You makin' monеy but I can tell you is different than me
I just pulled off in the Aston, test me guarantee all you niggas passing
Jetski when in Miami, I got a bad bitch
Sext me baby, I want it inside a backseat
Next please, I'm in and out of shawty the fast way

[Chorus]
But that ain't none of my dang business
In LA with the cully I got the gang in it
Anytime there's some drama she throw my name in it
Nowadays I know all the problems fucking with lame bitches (cough, cough)
In the studio coughing, the cookie strangle me
If it's ever been a problem, they ain't say shit
I been through a lot of bitches in the matrix
Turn into a whole 'nother nigga when the bass hit
I been shootin' like I might just get a Naismith
Fuck her then I told her to take care on some Drake shit
Never wore a pair of Ray-Bans on my face
It was straight to the Cartier frames and the bracelets
And my bitch is Jane Doe, she'll forever be faceless
Push out the best I'm a young nigga, tasteless
Nigga push come to shove when it comes to The Met, bitch I'm more than the best, it's a test, imma ace it

[Verse 2]
Shit I might just go platinum, I'll turn 'em to ashes
I'll blacken my shoes so I go head and match them
Every night for me look like the last fucking supper
I look on your plate and decease you the fastest
I just took a pic, I don't know what to caption it
But fuck it I'll probably just say I get cash, and get cash, and get cash, til I run out of characters
I can't let no bitches get me out of character
She Bryan, gotta cook, like my name was Cranston
She eyeing, take a look it's always in my hand bitch
She be sighing, I'm like God bitch is for the land
Shawty cryin', tellin' me to get her out of jam
But I ain't like that, I just gotta treat her like a fan
Treat her to the dick, I never treat her to a dance
Two shots, one for me and one for all the pussy niggas watching in the stands
Ass buried in they hands

[Chorus]
But that ain't none of my dang business
In LA with the cully I got the gang in it
Anytime there's some drama she throw my name in it
Nowadays I know all the problems fucking with lame bitches (cough, cough)
In the studio coughing, the cookie strangle me
If it's ever been a problem, they ain't say shit
I been through a lot of bitches in the matrix
Turn into a whole 'nother nigga when the bass hit
I been shootin' like I might just get a Naismith
Fuck her then I told her to take care on some Drake shit
Never wore a pair of Ray-Bans on my face
It was straight to the Cartier frames and the bracelets
And my bitch is Jane Doe, she'll forever be faceless
Push out the best I'm a young nigga, tasteless
Nigga push come to shove when it comes to The Met, bitch I'm more than the best, it's a test, imma ace it