Ha, big business
Like the opp say big business, you know what Im saying, fucks
Yeah, now watch me
Handful of hundreds, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga, get some business
Whole lotta hoes, nigga, get your women, heh
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 they missing, hold on , hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I aint doing that, Ima fuck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you thought? YSL till 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
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Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B 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 
65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh 
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh
Make a nigga bitch tap out
Then put 24’s on a real big body
Bitch said nigga need to stop got 100 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 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 around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn 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, got to 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
35 racks for the factories, I steal mammals
I aint no rapper nigga, I geolog
Im a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks
Boomerang your bitch sweet, she coming back
Quavo, can I talk my shit to em? 
Morri, yeah, trappin the birds, ravens , no Cory 
Spendin that cash, what you savin , true story 
I got some newborn babies , in storage 
I got the pies, roaches and flies, close your eyes 
Came from the nawf, I got the Ms movin the skies 
I got the Ps, the keys, you need it in the archive 
We from the jungle, you niggas too humble, you couldnt survive 
Cartier tags, ayy , built to blast, ayy 
Take a splash, bae , all ass, ayy 
Built to last, bae 
Look at my wrist, ice, all glass, ayy 
She gon do that task for that bag 
Ima take that pot, then I spaz 
Momma say shes spoiled and she sassy 
Fuck it, Ima fuck her on the dash 
Niggas aint eat, call it fastin 
Number one, Huncho, everlasting 
Pinky ring yellow like a taxi 
Dont call my phone, yeah, the boy, he taxin, yeah