I don’t sell ass anymore, I sell records

I don’t sell ass anymore, I sell

I don’t sell ass anymore, I sell records

I don’t sell ass, I don’t sell ass

I don’t sell ass anymore, I sell records

I don’t sell ass anymore, I sell

I don’t sell ass anymore, I sell records

I don’t sell ass (Chase Icon)

I don’t sell ass anymore, I sell records

I don’t sell ass anymore, I sell

I don’t sell ass anymore, I sell records

I don’t sell ass, I don’t sell ass

(Zane Lowe’s world record)

Fake bags, fake boobs, fake lips

Got him hypnotized by my body on a silver screen

Fake teeth, fake titties, real hips

Wet dream, now he’s fiending for my shower scene

Fake bags, fake boobs, fake lips

Fake bitch, fake teeth, fake titties, real hips

Fake bags, fake boobs, fake lips

I don’t sell ass, I don’t sell ass

Fuck that Maybelline shit you other bitches wear (fuck it)

(I don’t sell ass anymore)

I need more, lips in Dior sticking to my blonde hair

(I don’t sell ass, I don’t sell ass)

I might get my ass done just to match the double D’s

Imma pull my titties out and tell the surgeon double these

Fake body, real bitch, you can’t humble me

Devil is my client now, he don’t wanna fumble me

I don’t sell ass anymore, I sell records

I don’t sell ass anymore, I sell

I don’t sell ass anymore, I sell records

I don’t sell ass, I don’t sell ass

I don’t sell ass anymore, I sell records

I don’t sell ass anymore, I sell

I don’t sell ass anymore, I sell records

I don’t sell ass, I don’t sell ass

I don’t sell ass anymore, I sell records

I don’t sell ass anymore, I sell

I don’t sell ass anymore, I sell records

I don’t sell ass, I don’t sell ass

Sign your name in blood, seal it with a kiss

(I don’t sell ass anymore)

All my big titty bad bitches gonna fuck to this

(I don’t sell ass, I don’t sell ass)

Fake bags, fake boobs, fake lips

Fake bitch, fake teeth, fake titties, real hips

Fake bags, fake boobs, fake lips

Fake bitch, fake teeth, fake titties, real hips

I’m that bitch that you other bitches think you are

(I don’t sell ass anymore)

Touching up my MAC in a bureaucrat’s foreign car

(I don’t sell ass, I don’t sell ass)

There was once a time there was nothing that I wouldn’t sell

I would smuggle bricks down the border in my bombshell

Cartier, and my toes painted eggshell

Never broke an NDA, baby I would never tell (shh)

I don’t sell ass anymore, ass anymore

ass, ass, ass, ass anymore (Chase Icon)

I don’t sell ass anymore, ass anymore

I don’t sell ass (like the bank, bitch)

I don’t sell ass anymore, ass anymore

I don’t sell ass anymore I sell records

(He’s the best producer that I’ve ever worked with)

I don’t sell ass anymore I sell records

(I don’t sell ass, I don’t sell ass)