Big B's

Big business

Like the opp say big business, you know what I'm 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 (swoop), hold on

Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete

Pimp C, I ain't doing that, I'ma 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 (Busy bee)

Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)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 (sheesh)

65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)

Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh

Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh

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, that's a yard

I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh

Gross 3 mil' off the new hat

If I could go back, I'd make a two cap

Love me in my city like Cusack

Get a little beat and I'll loop that

Get a little money, I'll 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 can't ride with the roof back

Tell 'em I don't play around with other people's 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, ay

Bra push up when I pull up, ay

Got a little money from the tour, yeah

Spend it all on baby pull ups, ay

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 cheap skate

You could tell he's lying, cheesecake

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

Can't fit in my pocket

I'm a street nigga,

I'ma eat me some soup,

I'ma let my bitch eat pasta

Told y'all niggas ain't stopping

Black card in my wallet, I'ma feed my partner

I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam'ron 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 ain't no rapper nigga, I geolog'

I'm a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks

Boomerang your bitch sweet, she coming back

Please, please

Treat me like you know who I am

Please, please

Bitch I know who I am, uh