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Big business Like the opp say big business, you know what I'm saying, fucks Yeah, now watch me Handful of hunnids, 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 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 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Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out 'bout my dog like Scooby-ee And a nigga trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B) Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets,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 Letras de cancionesTreat 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 make the 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 trip 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 brief case Time to shake down another cheap skate You could tell he's lying, cheesecake Make a nigga bitch tap out Then put you in the fours with 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 teach ya 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 From Letras Mania