Zaena x Jason Maek – Brand Name lyrics

[Interlude 1: Candyce Evans]
Diva's aren’t made honey okay, they’re born.
Every morning I wake up and adjust my crown.
I speak for languages: english, profanity, sarcasm, and real shit.

[Verse 1: Zaena]
No keys to the benz
West keys to Japan
U.N. of bad bitches
From Belize to Sudan
I don’t owe muthafuckers
Got deeds to the land
He can act rock hard
Increase in his pants
Put these in the pan
Tie these in the van
Trap a side fish quick
Like leaves in the sand
Quick leave the advance
Don’t Lead me to chance
Or stand in the corner
Like threes from Durant
Like - picture me rolling
Picture me by scrolling
That’s a real bad bitch in the pic
Keep scrolling
Excuse thats a big stick that your holding
Keep spending all your cash
Max the cards that you’re holding
Fresh leaves and a tan
Bring trees and a fan
I’m on vacay with an eight and my man
Say cheese for the gram
Don’t cheat the exam
Get out my inbox
Like these people spam

[Bridge: Zaena]
Don’t you see all this brand name shit
I’m a brand name bitch
Fake hair with them brand name tits
I’m a brand name bitch
Don’t you see all this brand name shit
I’m a brand name bitch
Fake hair with them brand name tits
I’m a brand name bitch

[Hook: Zaena]
I’m a brand
I’m a brand
I’m a brand name bitch
I’m a brand
I’m a brand
I’m a brand name bitch
I’m a brand
I’m a brand
I’m a brand name bitch
I’m a brand
I’m a brand
I’m a brand name bitch

[Interlude 2: Candyce Evans]
If you don't like me but still watch everything I do, bitch you're not a
Hater, you’re a fan.
I should go get you a jersey and a signed picture.
What you should be doing is learning your worth then adding tax.
You want me be on my level, you better climb bitch.


[Verse 2: Zaena]
Take trips outta spain
Throw speck onna name
I don’t have a side bitch
Just a team full of mains
Wash these down the drain
Ship these on the plane
I don’t talk on the bench
These streets ain’t a game
Ship these on a train
Soak these in the rain
No “S” on my chest
I’ll leave lois lane
Leash these with a chain
Bring these ones the pain
I don’t play in the streets
These streets ain’t a game
Whenever hit the
Flights long nights
Paris
London
Chilling in the UK
UK, wondering
How’d a lil girl with nothing now something
Like, 15 on the fame
Got a key on the frames
I can leave when I want
You can leave with a cane
No ID on the name
Jane doe a mary jane
I hang on the block
Cause I know where I came

[Bridge: Zaena]
Don’t you see all this brand name shit
I’m a brand name bitch
Fake hair with them brand name tits
I’m a brand name bitch
Don’t you see all this brand name shit
I’m a brand name bitch
Fake hair with them brand name tits
I’m a brand name bitch


[Interlude 2: Candyce Evans]
I refuse to apologize for being a bitch.
No one ever apologized for bringing the bitch outta me.
Behind every bad bitch is girl who’s tired of everyones bullshit.
So, in fact, I’m not a bitch.
I’m that bitch.
Or Ms. bitch to you honey.