"INDIE**" lyrics

(Damn) Damn (Damn, damn, damn)
Bribandz, all the bands (Damn, damn), ha

I can't be what you gon' be, it ain't in my energy (Damn, damn, damn)
Countin' cheese before I sleep, put it in my recipe (Uh-uh)
Know all this fame, they pressin' me
Bitch, this ain't clout, this legacy
Focus on me, your penalty
While this cash flowin' endlessly, damn

Bitch, take a look in the mirror
The more you get closer, the more I get clearer (Ew, ew)
Ain't scared of y'all niggas, it's God that I fear (Damn)
He all in my ear and said this was my year (Damn, damn, damn)
I speak on my actions and that's why we different (What?)
Five to six commas in checks that I'm clearin' (Damn)
Y'all fakin' likes, y'all ain't have like y'all clearance (Damn)
Iced out your bodies just to get some clearance
I'm plantin' a seed, so I reap what I sew (Oh)
Always stay in the kitchen, I'm whippin' up dough (Oh)
They callin' me Midas, all I touch is gold (Oh)
And I'm pickin' y'all brain like a kid in they nose (No)

I can't be what you gon' be, it ain't in my energy (No, no, no)
Countin' cheese before I sleep, put it in my recipe (No, no, no, no)
Know all this fame, they pressin' me (What?)
Bitch, this ain't clout, this legacy (What?)
Focus on me, your penalty (What?)
While this cash flowin' endlessly, damn

All I shoot is green, nigga, watch this fadeaway
Know that you got no foundation, all your shit gon' fade away
Can't compare me to these bitches, all these niggas pay to play
Goin' up, it feels so good, got this shit rappin' like I'm Ma$e (Uh)
Don't be like a dog and return to your vomit (Uh)
Don't got no old clothes, only Rick in my closet (Yup)
No matter the time or the space, I'ma pop it (What?)
Bandz came in this bitch and she got this bitch poppin' (What? What?)
Can't come in my life and think that I'm a wallet
Know that I'll never spend bread on a nigga (Mhm)
Don't care if I'm up seven, eight, or nine figures (Uh)
When I gave it to him, he started to think that I'm Jigga, yeah

I can't be what you gon' be, it ain't in my energy (Uh-huh, hell nah)
Countin' cheese before I sleep, put it in my recipe (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)
Know all this fame, they pressin' me (Damn)
Bitch, this ain't clout, this legacy (Damn, damn, damn)
Focus on me, your penalty
While this cash flowin' endlessly, damn (Damn, damn, damn)

I can't be what you gon'—
I can't be what you gon' be
I can't be what you gon'—
I can't be what you gon' be
I can't be what you gon'—
I can't be what you gon' be
I can't be what you gon' be
I can't be what you gon' be

Dah, dah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah (Ooh)
Grrah, grrah (Bribandz)
Be, be, be, be
Be, be, be, be, be, bitch