Hah, big business
Like the opps say big business, you know what Im saying, fucks, hahaha
Yeah, now watch me
Handful of hundreds, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga, get some business
Whole lotta hoes, nigga, get your women, huh
Stuff er with the pole, come and get your women, nigga
Big business, talk shit Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch em at the club sipping
Fuck around, now you missing, hold on , hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete, huh
Pimp C, I aint doing that, Ima fuck her on the sheets, yeah, huh
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you thought? YSL til we d-i-e, hold on, hold on, hol on
Fuck around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah, hold on, hold on, yeah
Going all out bout my dog like Scooby-ee, huh
And a nigga trap door swinging like busy bee, woah 
Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B 
Two-tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two-tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the papi 
Sixty-five pointers in the Cuban, sheesh 
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me 
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch, I know who I am, uh
I got money on my card
Put some money on they books, thats a yard
I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh
Gross 3 mil off the new hat
If I could go back, Id make a 2 cap
Love me in my city like Cusack
Get a little beat and Ill loop that
Get a little money, Ill oop that
Split it with my niggas in the group chat
Left for a minute then I flew back
Had to ask Bruce, Where the truth at?
Had to ask Rahm, Where the truth at?
Now I cant ride with the roof back
Tell em I dont play around with other peoples kids
Got an office in the steakhouse, gotta bid for the ribs
Got a meeting at the Ritz, gave a crib to my rib
Cause she leaving where I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael prayer card for the good luck, ayy
Bra push up when I pull up, ayy
Got a little money from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on baby pull-ups, ayy
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo and some Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up real early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that briefcase
Time to shake down another cheapskate
You could tell hes lying, cheesecake, uh
Make a nigga bitch tap out, then put 24s on a real big body
Bitch-ass nigga need to stop it
Got a hundred racks on me, cant fit in my pocket
Im a street nigga, Ima eat me some soup, Ima let my bitch eat pasta 
Told yall niggas I aint stopping
Black card in my wallet, Ima feed my partner 
I was at one of my shows feeling like Camron with the pink Margielas 
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding round the town with the pink Beretta 
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule 
Mama just sent me a picture, got Indian in my family through my goddamn nana 
Young nigga fucked round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel 
Young nigga fucked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, gotta get a banana 
These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop 
So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gamble
Thirty-five racks for the factories, I steal mammals, sheesh
I aint no rat but, nigga, I cheese up
Im a big dog, no Pedigree, I eat racks
Boomerang your bitch, swee, she coming back
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch, I know who I am, uh