Late To Da Party (F*CK BET)

Yeah, fuck B.E.T Fuck B.E.T, fuck B.E.T Yeah, fuck B.E.T Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah (Daytrip, take it to ten, yeah!) Lick it on up, mmm-mmm Slurp it, mmm-ah Make it sloppy, okay-okay, okay-okay 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 it, I don't even gotta sing about it I wake up with the money that you niggas dream about, uh Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my side, yeah They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my side, yeah They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah Don't try me You better save that shit up for somebody else Don't try me 'Cause, bitch, I can't be late to the party, yeah Yeah, you know we got it Hundreds inside this bitch, a hundred sticks A hundred bitches with 100 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 rotting me She want me to buy her some CC's She wanna eat, and I hope she don't bite, nah 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 lil' shorty like new Kawasaki's Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my side, yeah They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my side, yeah They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah Don't try me You better save that shit up for somebody else Don't try me 'Cause, bitch, I can't be late to the party, yeah Yeah, you know we got it Hmm, 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 niggas, 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 in 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 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-ah-ah You know I turn up, they can't never turn me down Don't try me You better save that shit up for somebody else Don't try me 'Cause, bitch, I can't be late to the party, yeah Yeah, you know we got it Yeah, fuck B.E.T Fuck B.E.T, fuck B.E.T Yeah, fuck B.E.T Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah