Lyrics
BIA, BIA, the don diva, what's good?
It's your boy, Max Biggavel'
Shout-out to the sexiest girl in the B-town, holdin' it down
Get wavy, baby, you litty
Uh, yeah (Aziz)
Uh
I play my music loud, so all my neighbors sick of me, I just had an epiphany
Music got me all the way in Italy
Oops, like that's my real life
I could rap this shit, but you should all see what this feel like
Quarter-million large, it sound a lot, but really feels light
I don't give my autograph no more unless the deal's right
I ain't drag a ho in so long, bitch, I still might, yeah
I ain't drag a ho in so long, but bitch, I still might
I ain't **** my way to fame or clout chase things that I sought
Really international, bitch, you should see my passport
Well respected, if I want it, I ain't gotta ask for it
Weezy said he'll do it, he don't need a mask for it, yeah
You on the team, but not really on the team, man, you really just a mascot, yeah
And my Vegas bag is looking like a bitch just really hit the jackpot
Carbone crazy, I could put a smile on the face of my waitress
I could name some places that I been that you never been
Where them people know me on a first name basis
Man, you bitches audacious
If I claim these ****, then I'd really be famous
Like, where do clowns sign up?
I post a pic', my DM lit like Rolling Loud lineups
They wasn't busy when we said we'd leave 'em found, tied up
Uh, some of us got more followers than dollars
And I promise you, that don't apply to all of us
That's almost as crazy as you hatin' just to follow us
My **** had to rent the theater out so no one bother us, uh
Give me the password if we ****in', so I hit them bitches up
Like, "Do you wanna go to war for it?"
Yeah, yeah
Give me the password if we ****in', so I hit them bitches up
Like, "Do you wanna go to war for it?"
Like, "Do you wanna go to war for it?"
Oh
It's your boy, Max Biggavel'
Shout-out to the sexiest girl in the B-town, holdin' it down
Get wavy, baby, you litty
Uh, yeah (Aziz)
Uh
I play my music loud, so all my neighbors sick of me, I just had an epiphany
Music got me all the way in Italy
Oops, like that's my real life
I could rap this shit, but you should all see what this feel like
Quarter-million large, it sound a lot, but really feels light
I don't give my autograph no more unless the deal's right
I ain't drag a ho in so long, bitch, I still might, yeah
I ain't drag a ho in so long, but bitch, I still might
I ain't **** my way to fame or clout chase things that I sought
Really international, bitch, you should see my passport
Well respected, if I want it, I ain't gotta ask for it
Weezy said he'll do it, he don't need a mask for it, yeah
You on the team, but not really on the team, man, you really just a mascot, yeah
And my Vegas bag is looking like a bitch just really hit the jackpot
Carbone crazy, I could put a smile on the face of my waitress
I could name some places that I been that you never been
Where them people know me on a first name basis
Man, you bitches audacious
If I claim these ****, then I'd really be famous
Like, where do clowns sign up?
I post a pic', my DM lit like Rolling Loud lineups
They wasn't busy when we said we'd leave 'em found, tied up
Uh, some of us got more followers than dollars
And I promise you, that don't apply to all of us
That's almost as crazy as you hatin' just to follow us
My **** had to rent the theater out so no one bother us, uh
Give me the password if we ****in', so I hit them bitches up
Like, "Do you wanna go to war for it?"
Yeah, yeah
Give me the password if we ****in', so I hit them bitches up
Like, "Do you wanna go to war for it?"
Like, "Do you wanna go to war for it?"
Oh