Maiya The Don – Art Basel Lyrics

Art Basel Lyrics by Maiya The Don

[Intro]
Uh-huh
Oh, yeah
Woo

[Chorus]
Bags on me, racks on me, ass on me
Walkin’ with a big stick, you gon’ have to Magnum
My money, wrist sunny, splash on me
That’s why your nigga and friends wanna smack on me
Body bitch, what? Stank walk, I don’t do the slick talk
Knock a bitch wig off, we could Cuban link up
Bags on me, racks on me, ass on me
I’m a Basquiat, put me up, Art Basel me

[Verse 1]
It’s a problem, I’m a problem, I’m a nuisance (Uh-huh)
I’ma need my flowers, all these bitches I influenced (Ooh)
If she got my name all in her mouth, tell her, “Chew it” (Bitch)
Bitches can’t one up me if they tried, is you stupid? (Is you stupid? The fuck)
Tooly on my hip, rube on my lip (Hop out)
Badder than a bitch, know she mad as shit (Haha)
Two tone on my wrist, it could put a bitch on timе out
You still get this work, bitch, so watch your mouth (Uh)
Vision blurry, money all I see
And I’m to check a ho so watch how you spеak (Oh, yeah)
I’m a grudge holdin’ bitch, I don’t turn no cheek
Gotta pay for the appearance, bitch, ain’t shit free (Oh, yeah)

[Chorus]
Bags on me, racks on me, ass on me
Walkin’ with a big stick, you gon’ have to Magnum
My money, wrist sunny, splash on me
That’s why your nigga and friends wanna smack on me
Body bitch, what? Stank walk, I don’t do the slick talk
Knock a bitch wig off, we could Cuban link up
Bags on me, racks on me, ass on me
I’m a Basquiat, put me up, Art Basel me

[Verse 2]
Big body mami, tell a bitch to get her weight up (Catch up)
Keep a few niggas, I ain’t trippin’ off a break up (Yeah)
I won’t argue with a bitch that ain’t cute from the waist up (Ugly)
If you see me with your nigga then you know I’m gettin’ ate up (Ate up)
Condo on my wrist, probably cost more than your mortgage
L.A. for the day, I’ll be back home in the mornin’
My steak is made medium, my braids is bohemian
I like it best when the dick from the Caribbean
Don’t need a co-sign just to know I’m next (Facts)
Only person that I need in life is my lash tech (Uh-huh)
You can’t ask me to do shit if it don’t come with a check
I like ice all in my drink but it look best on my neck (Oh, yeah)

[Chorus]
Bags on me, racks on me, ass on me
Walkin’ with a big stick, you gon’ have to Magnum
My money, wrist sunny, splash on me
That’s why your nigga and friends wanna smack on me
Body bitch, what? Stank walk, I don’t do the slick talk
Knock a bitch wig off, we could Cuban link up
Bags on me, racks on me, ass on me
I’m a Basquiat, put me up, Art Basel me