BIA
SUPABIEN
[Intro]
Supa
Bien, uh
Cuban on my chain how my bitches get the linkin'
Money on my mind if you gon ask me what I'm thinkin'
Skateboard P how my jewelry gets to clinkin' (Uh)
Dank OG how my clothes gon' end up stinkin (Uh)

[Verse]
I'm doin' supabien
I'm sorry, how are you? (How are you?)
Alright now back to me
I'm on that that gin and juice (I'm on that gin and juice)
They told me never go easy on bitches
If ever I'm in the booth
Ran outta paper writin' my bars on the Bible
I been the truth (Been the truth)
I still fear the lord, still do what I want
I guess I'm a sinner too (Sinner too)
'Cause I'm into fine bitches
And I'm into n***as too
Ain't never been son'd
Ain't never been nobody's yout since I been in school
Couldn't walk in my tennis shoes
Couldn't run in my winter boots (Winter boots)
Money mixed with envy makes me problems
Problems, I got plenty
Since I got the money, life is gucci
Don't let no bitch dress me
Don't let no man stress me
Snakes in my garden just slithered out (Slithered out)
Koman ou ye, brought my hitters out (Hitters out)
I might just bring Karen Civil out
Word to my zone, man
'Cause I can't chase nothin' but dough, man
I want monopoly
I'm talkin' credit like 800 or better
I want a lot for me, I want to own my own property
Bankroll, bankroll, big tings, big robe
Raindrop, rainbows, peng tings, pesos
Ayy, ayy, let's go (Ayy, ayy, let's go)