Late To Da Party (F*CK BET)

Yeah, fuck BET (Yeah)

Fuck BET (Yeah)

Fuck BET (Yeah)

Yuh

Fuck BET (Ain't nothin')

Yuh, yuh, aye, yuh (Daytrip took it to ten, hey)

Lick it on up mm, mm

Slurp it, mm, ah

Make it sloppy

Ok, ok, ok, ok

Look at how I top shit, bitch

I just put like three up in the top 10

And I don't need nobody

I just need these CC's on my body

Everything I do, bitch, right or wrong gon' make a profit

Read about, I don't even gotta sing about it

I wake up with the money that you **** dream about

Cheese all on my left, uh

Cheese all on my side, yuh

They don't want it like that

They want me to die, yuh

Cheese all on my left, uh

Cheese all on my side, yuh

They don't want it like that

They want me to die

Don't try me

You better save that shit for somebody else

Don't try me

'Cause, bitch, I can't be late to da party, yeah

Yeah, you know we got 'em

Hundreds inside this bitch

A hundred sticks

A hundred bitches with a hundred thousand on my wrist, yeah

Baddie in my bed and she plan on driving me

Demons in my head, I can't stop 'em all from riding me

She want me to buy her some CC's

She wanna eat and I hope she don't bite none

She on her knees and she's worshiping right now

With her friend, I'm flirting, now she want fight now

These people, they know not to try me

I get in that mode and collect me a body

I'm up in New York like I'm Gotti

I'm riding with shorty like new Kawasakis

Cheese all on my left, uh

Cheese all on my side, yuh

They don't want it like that

They want me to die, yuh

Cheese all on my left, uh

Cheese all on my side, yuh

They don't want it like that

They want me to die

Don't try me

You better save that shit for somebody else

Don't try me

'Cause, bitch, I can't be late to da party, yeah

Yeah, you know we got 'em

Get it, window double tinted

Face sitting pretty, you bitches wouldn't get it

I'm at Met Gala in Versace and it's fitted

Farted on these ****

Oops, I think I shitted

He want X, I'm liking his sister, want her to perform so I gotta book her

She say Chanel bag, plus I'm gon' flood her ears with boogers

They know not to try me, they know for a fact that I got it

On my hip and blue hundreds inside of my pocket

Mercedes-Benz with the Brabus kit body

I shipped it, I hit it, take off like a rocket

Long as she don't tell nobody, I'm gon' caress her whole body (Uh)

Know I'm ready as soon as she come, uh, I lick it as soon as I'm done (Yeah)

Don't want be late for the party, oh ah

You know I turn up, they can't never turn me down

Don't try me

You better save that shit for somebody else

Don't try me

'Cause, bitch, I can't be late to da party, yeah

Yeah, you know we got 'em

Yeah, fuck BET (Yeah)

Fuck BET (Yeah)

Fuck BET (Yeah)

Yuh

Fuck BET (Ain't nothin')

Yuh, yuh, aye, yuh (Ain't nothin')