[Chorus: brandUn DeShay]
If I want it, you got it, then I'ma get it, get it
If you ain't hip to it yet, you best to get with it, with it
They think I'm lost, but they really don't know
I'm on my way to the bank (L-M-A-O)
If I want it, you got it, then I'ma get it, get it
If you ain't hip to it yet, you best to get with it, with it
They think I'm lost, but they really don't know
I'm on my way to the bank (L-M-A-O)

[Verse 1: brandUn DeShay]
They say actions speak louder than words, but they don't hear me, though
That's why I won't be happy 'til I'm like stereo
Everywhere he go, they be like, ''There he go!''
BrandUn DeShay on the mic, so here we go
No time for the losers, we all-stars
And ain't nobody on the bench, dog, we all start
About as peaceful as a hippie, but I'll spark
I'm serious, dog, I'm in my prime like the Allspark
And where the shell y'all get y'all videos, Cost Mart?
A girl sitting on the grill like a Ballpark
A bunch of n***as in packs like baseball cards
Tricked out cars tryna ball in front of Walmart
I'm sorry, I'm just no have got the memo
Killing tracks in a Fascist fashion, that's my M.O
Fly like the interceptor or just an INO
Denied like the interception you're hear in N.O., yo..
[Chorus: brandUn DeShay]
If I want it, you got it, then I'ma get it, get it
If you ain't hip to it yet, you best to get with it, with it
They think I'm lost, but they really don't know
I'm on my way to the bank (L-M-A-O)
If I want it, you got it, then I'ma get it, get it
If you ain't hip to it yet, you best to get with it, with it
They think I'm lost, but they really don't know
I'm on my way to the bank (L-M-A-O)

[Verse 2: brandUn DeShay]
Right now, I ain't ish, but I'll be thee ish
So though I ate ish, you'll still eat ish
And soon, so be quick, don't eat turds
Instead, eat your own words like hors d'oevres
Get it? Now that's served
I'm the best man like your best friend
I'm in the air like a kegstand
Grounded like kickstand, no bull like Estan
I'm a beast like the blue X-Men
Check the plantiff, they claim that
I murdered the beat with no stainless
Shoot, I just hopped on the track, I'm so aimless
Haters try to pay me no mind, they're so brainless
Dangerous wack rhymers
The five-seven, eight-niner, teenager, space rhymer
Showtimer, headliner, flow speed red-liner
The old soul, crate digging like a gold miner
New jack, coolest cat you've seen since the snow tiger (who's flyer?)
[Chorus: brandUn DeShay]
If I want it, you got it, then I'ma get it, get it
If you ain't hip to it yet, you best to get with it, with it
They think I'm lost, but they really don't know
I'm on my way to the bank (L-M-A-O)
If I want it, you got it, then I'ma get it, get it
If you ain't hip to it yet, you best to get with it, with it
They think I'm lost, but they really don't know
I'm on my way to the bank (L-M-A-O)

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
B, what's happening? N***a fuck rapping
I'm in cell 1 and 2 because I'm considering trapping
3 or 4 with some overweight groupies
And a food stamp n***a and a motherfucking hoopdy
But truthfully, I'm hungry, these rappers is lunchmeat
I laugh at AIDS victims, cold heart, fuck heat
Fuck school, do drugs, holes with no magnum, kill everyone in the industry
And drag them to the florist by the end of the chorus, so they can be alive in case
My fucking verse is boring, bass in the stairs
Stock shit like a share, I'm a virus
Having great dreams of fucking Miley Cyrus
Bitches, I bag them, jeans, I sag them
7, 8, y'all don't lay them straight, your n***a is fag them
9, 10, I'm a motherfucking sin
Turn this shit off before I say... Amen
[Chorus: brandUn DeShay]
If I want it, you got it, then I'ma get it, get it
If you ain't hip to it yet, you best to get with it, with it
They think I'm lost, but they really don't know
I'm on my way to the bank (L-M-A-O)
If I want it, you got it, then I'ma get it, get it
If you ain't hip to it yet, you best to get with it, with it
They think I'm lost, but they really don't know
I'm on my way to the bank (L-M-A-O)

[Outro: brandUn DeShay (Tyler, The Creator)]
BrandUn DeShay
Tyler, The Creator
16-Bit meets Odd Future (yep)
I mean, we really gotta stop meeting like this, Ty
(I got you, my n***a)
It's not even fair to the world
(Come on, man, we just made a classic)
From now until forever
(Forever)