[Intro]
Uh
Yeah
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Bitch, don't blame, 'cause that not my baby
Every time I'm in Charlotte, feel like DaBaby
She like, "You got too many bitches," drivin' me crazy
Excuse me, gotta put it in words, wanna be my lady?
I got good Percs, licks look like Slim Shady
They did a lot of hatin', I was down, it didn't faze me
Same lightskin pretty bitch that used to play me
Now she fat on Facebook with three babies
First class got 'em thinkin' I play for the Ravens
I will turn to Ray Rice like I play for the Ravens
Lightskin bitch got green eyes, thinkin' she Raven
She think she can see the future, she swear she Raven
My bitch sellin' crack since I broke out of North Haven
From North Carolina, she like, "What is you sayin'?"
I'm bumpin' Max B, she like, "What is you playin'?"
Bitch, my bean wore off, bitch, what is you makin'?
Money rag on my hair like, "As-salamu alaykum"
Ain't no way I'ma believe him, I know he fakin'
Auntie high, dutty wining like she Jamaican
I'm the real deal kind, bitch, ain't no mistakin'
Bitch think she Billie Jean, keep callin' my phone
I'm on Twitch in the booth, bitch, leave me alone
I got ten thousand on me, bitch, leave me alone
They like, "Booked the next flight, Neph, you need to be home"
I'm like, "Bitch, I'm from the street, I ain't got no home"
Bitch, I pull up drunker than Post Malone
And plus, I got another show, they be coast to coast
I got bitches on my dick, let's make a toast
[Pre-Chorus]
She like, "Neph, calm down, why you turnt up?"
I'm like, "That ain't my baby, bitch, burn it up"
Ain't mean to change the subject, but I'm fresh as fuck
I got a CashApp for you if you let me fuck
I left her brother hangin', I ain't dap him up
Couple pounds in the mail, bitch, I'm 'bout to suck it up
She like, "How many eighths is you 'bout to make?"
I'm like, "Bitch, how many faces is you 'bout to make?"

[Chorus]
I walked in, I got my burner
Tell the juke boy, "Bitch, big Neph not the one"
Came with the two tone Glock, I will shoot you
Get out my sleep, check the mail like Blues Clues do
I'm not a rapper, I do not mean to confuse you
I tend to talk fast, I do not mean to lose you
Gas prices high, I will send an Uber to scoop you
She like, "Don't act like that," you was broke and I knew
I'm like, "Watch yo' mouth, bitch, my name Been Ballin'!"
We spin the air like, "Bitch, Been Ballin'!"

[Verse 2]
I met her mama, all I said was (Swoosh!)
Met her uncle like, "I got betas for you
I got two-point-five skaters for you"
Let them talk bad 'bout me, that's what the haters do
Chain fake where, bitch? Is my Audi fake too?
You think I'm fake, my money and my house too
If that's the case, bitch, then you need to be fake
How the fuck you a real bitch when yo' ass fake?
How the fuck your titties soft but yo' ass ain't?
My side bitch booty look like beef patty cake
Bitch got a BBL, she still insecure
Stressed out so much, the bitch losin' her hair
I'ma go break the bank and then do it again
I fucked the bitch once, then do it again
Let the bitch on the ground, then I flew the bitch in
Booked her ass a flight home and never do it again
They see me hit the cup, I'm on the boot again
Just spent 450 on some shoes again
Got a bitch from New York, she love ketamine
Whole apartment booted up like Ella Mai
Call the phone back, "I ain't got no love for you"
Seein' my peoples, "I got drugs for you"
Christian Dior, where I'll buy some scrubs for you
Kick a bitch out the crib, I will punt on you
I'll let a bitch ball out at Forever 21
Bitch 35 thinkin' she forever 21
My other bitch too thick, can't shop at Forever 21
Amiris hangin' off my ass like I'm forever 21
[Outro]
(She gotta go to plus, Sport Plus
My bitch thick as shit, she wearin' plus, plus)