I Love My Fans (Original Version) Lil Tracy (Ft. Lil Kawaii)

[Intro: Lil Tracy & Lil Kawaii]
(Skressin')
I love my fans, I love my fans (Yeah)
I love my motherfuckin' fans (Yeah, yeah)
Okay (Yeah-Yeah)
Let's go, let's go (Yuh, okay-okay)
You know what I'm sayin', I don't have no kids, but I do got kids (Yeah)
These rap niggas my son
(L-L-Leesta)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
I love my fans, without my fans I wouldn't be shit (I love my fans)
I got Balmain right on my ass, it's so expensive (It's so expensive)
We got champagne, one sip cost more than your rent (Yeah, yeah)
These niggas lame, they wouldn't be rich if I didn't exist (On God)
Why the fuck these bitch ass niggas jock the swag? (They jock my swag)
I can't be mad, this little kid wan' be like his dad (Bitch, I'm yo' dad)
I'm eatin' filet mignon, I'm sittin' in first class (In first class)
I'm afraid to drop my song 'cause they gon' steal that (Gon' steal that)
Ya-dig

[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
Cash withdraw, blowin' this bag at Lenox Mall (Yeah, yeah)
Count my money tall, slam dunk on Tacko Fall (Yeah)
I'ma grind 'til I fall like my dad with Tony Hawk (Okay)
Christian Dior jeans, I don't think he can afford these (Okay, okay)
I'm drippin' in sauce, I'm drippin' in sauce, I'm like a chef (I'm drippin' in sauce)
She sucked my dick, you gave her a kiss, boy, you a mess (Boy, you a mess)
Jumped off the porch, jumped in the whip, then I went West
Ten bands on my wrist, and I ain't even rich yet
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)