Turn bass on
Sing in tone
Bitches call
Forgot my phone
Another banger coming, son
Put that shit as your ringtone
Turn bass on
Sing in tone
Bitches call
Forgot my phone
Another banger coming, son
Put that shit as your ringtone
The talent of making the sound
Came up to me
All of the sudden
But I couldn't start all it
Now I've got time
And I've got my head loud
So can you imagine
The heat that is coming
So much in my head
I can't hold it all
I'm full of ideas
My budget is small
But I'm not complaining
Still writing a song
That I will record
In the studio walls
Turn bass on
Sing in tone
Bitches call
Forgot my phone
Another banger coming, son
Put that shit as your ringtone
Every door is open for me every night and day (Uh)
Every bitch that call me in the mornings moan my name (Uh)
Every dollar spent on bitches - money thrown away (Uh)
Every single second I get closer to the fame
Making bangers in my profession
Ain't got a license - got education
PhD in bangermaking
"I've never heard of no bangermaking"
You're ignorant, I can't help it
I'm the only person who can help me
What pays off in the end is the effort
I met the game, it got pregnant
Turn bass on
Sing in tone
Bitches call
Forgot my phone
Another banger coming, son
Put that shit as your ringtone
Turn bass on
Sing in tone
Bitches call
Forgot my phone
Another banger coming, son
Put that shit as your ringtone
Turn bass on
Sing in tone
Bitches call
Forgot my phone
Another banger coming, son
Put that shit as your ringtone
Every door is open for me every night and day (Uh)
Every bitch that call me in the mornings moan my name (Uh)
Every dollar spent on bitches - money thrown away (Uh)
Every single second I get closer to the fame