[Intro]
Bet
Bet that
Come on
Uh
Yeah, tuh

[Verse 1]
If I look better than your n***a, say that
I ain't tripping off no loss, that's a minor set back (Come on)
Now that I'm up, I got ho's popping off, I'm way back
Let the hair rest up in the G-Wagon and lay my head back, yeah
Aye this a R8, not a fucking Hellcat
We at the area Vegas, bet ten thousand on crabs
Got to fuck her on the private jet - the lil' bitch high class
Don't do much talkin' - if you bout it, money where my mouth at

[Chorus]
And I told her bet that
Bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet that, bet that
Bet
Bet, bet, bеt, bet, bet that, bet that
Bеt

[Verse 2]
Thinking I can't take your ho, lil' bet that
If you think this ain't real diamonds, where your diamond tester at?
Land in [?] make her ride me like we went to Six Flags
Whole hearted pieces on [?] inside that Gucci bookbag
I'm the plug, I got n***as smoking on that Flight Pack
How that's your ho if I text her and she text me right back?
Jump on the cuban, I can't link on my n***a iPad
You gon' need me before I need you, lil' bet that, yeah
[Chorus]
Bet that
Bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet that, bet that
Bet
Bet, bet, bet, bet, bet that, bet that
Bet (Bet, bet, bet)

[Outro]
Huh, come on
Bet
FTC
Bet that
Bet
Come on
Bet, bet, bet that
Yeah (Yeah)
Bet that (Bet that), bet that, bet
Bet that (Bet that), bet that, bet