Count Bass D – Byob lyrics

And I drew something beautiful!
Crazy

Ay
Bring your own bitch, nigga, get rich
Stars in they eye, not that sky shit
She step ahead the game, pull her back quick
Mountain out a molehill
Get outta hand, sit her down, get her understandin', playa
Bring your own bitch, nigga, get rich
You know she off, but you act like you respect that shit
Fuck that "yo, baby, yo"
No, playa, no
Trickin' is a no-go
Stand froze and get chose
We don't put white in our nose (huh)
But we bring our own bitch, nigga, get rich
When it comes to the game, I got a full clip
Watch them niggas that call your girl "sis"
"Peace, queen" and all that shea butter shit
I cut my locks, hoe. Choose a pimp
I treat them thirst trap leggings like a sundress
Touch her purse in a matter of life and death
We can't kick it if you got too many male friends
Bitch niggas that's waitin' in the wings
Promisin' tennis bracelets and other nice things (yeah)
But we bring our own bitch, nigga, get rich
Stars in they eye, not that sky shit (Crazy)
She step ahead the game, pull her back quick
Mountain out a molehill
Get outta hand, sit her down, get her understandin', playa
Bring your own bitch, nigga, get rich
You know she off but you act like you respect that shit
Fuck that "yo, baby, yo"
No, playa, no
Trickin' is a no-go
Stand froze and get chose
We don't put white in our nose (uh)
But we bring our own bitch, nigga, get rich
Crazy
Bring your own bitch, nigga, get rich
Crazy
Bring your own bitch, nigga, get rich
Crazy
Bring your own bitch, nigga, get rich
Crazy
Bring your own bitch, nigga, get rich