BEZOS Songtext
von Coults

Got shooters on payroll
Funded by labels
Hunnits on table, uh
Got dollars and pesos
Bank on Bezos
Money no weight loss, uh
Put your face on cable
Opps disabled
Telling them fables, uh
Why you pulling up empty-handed
Y′ain't bring nun′ to the table, uh
Flying to Ella, hella
Telling my runners to hit the bodega
Cracking the seal in the sun
I'm drinking wine in the back of Bottega
I see my haters, they fans to me
I'm bouta show you luh′ fantasy
Security patting my hands and knees
All they can feel is the bands on me
Eh, got big boy racks on my shoulders


Big boy (brr) on my soldiers
Big boy deals in my folders
None of that average shit
Neck so good I might bag that bitch
Both hands down like half past six
Been balling, I′m on my Yaya shit
Been touring, need me that zaza shit
Shorty wanna fuck, mm
I'ma tell the whole wide world
Dirty like slum, mm
I′ma tell the whole wide world
Swallow my cum, mm
I'ma tell the whole wide world
She say I′m the one, mm
I'ma tell the whole wide world
They talking ′bout whips and blades
I'm smelling the lies on lies, yeah
I'm grabbing her hips and waist
I′m looking her eye to eye, yeah
They want me to dissertate
But I don′t even write my lines, yeah
And they tryna seal my fate
But they can't even write my life, yeah
Got shooters on payroll
Funded by labels
Hunnits on table, uh
Got dollars and pesos
Bank on Bezos
Money no weight loss, uh
Put your face on cable
Opps disabled
Telling them fables, uh
Why you pulling up empty-handed
Y′ain't bring nun′ to the table, uh
Flying to Ella, hella
Telling my runners to hit the bodega
Cracking the seal in the sun
I'm drinking wine in the back of Bottega
I see my haters, they fans to me
I′m bouta show you luh' fantasy
Security patting my hands and knees
All they can feel is the bands on me