[Intro]
Yeah (Uh huh), yeah
(Yeah)
Look
[Verse]
Business booming, bitch, I’m back up in the studio
Cookin’ in my kitchen clothes
Revenge club, bitch, I’m ’bout to serve these dishes cold
I’m with the dawgs and you don’t wanna make ‘em pick a bone
If you ain’t rockin’ with the best you should be kickin’ stones
I’m in CPT with a PTA mind state
I don’t buy face, I’m with the gang they down to violate
They be smokin’ opps, gettin' higher than the crime rate
They don’t know you but they’ll take you out - just like a blind date
Soon as I green light it they’ll be good to go
You gon’ make ‘em lay you up just like a finger roll, yeah
Bank rolls all a nigga knows
Life is sweet, who gives a fuck about these bitter hoes?
I’m hella rich, my bitch is bad, she tryna fuck us both
I could tell you niggas mad, I’m in a different zone
Takin' trophies out your hands before I bring it home
They cut me from a different cloth, I got a heart of chrome
Married to the game, money was my best man
I remember back when I was out in Clapham
Tryna get a look, hopin' I would gain some rap fans
When they booed a nigga off stage, it was a wrap fam (Damn)
Had to get up off my ass, man
Every chance I got I had to treat it like my last chance
I was tryna pop for real like a step dad
Fuck ‘em, they got used to frontin' on me ‘till it backlashed
Now I hit the backwood until I’m sauté
Neck and wrist iced out, lookin' like sorbet
And I ain’t leaving, the streets I gotta feed ‘em
I know that they need it, ‘cause of me they keep receivin'
That’s what's up
(Yeah, uh huh)
Yeah (Uh huh), yeah
(Yeah)
Look
[Verse]
Business booming, bitch, I’m back up in the studio
Cookin’ in my kitchen clothes
Revenge club, bitch, I’m ’bout to serve these dishes cold
I’m with the dawgs and you don’t wanna make ‘em pick a bone
If you ain’t rockin’ with the best you should be kickin’ stones
I’m in CPT with a PTA mind state
I don’t buy face, I’m with the gang they down to violate
They be smokin’ opps, gettin' higher than the crime rate
They don’t know you but they’ll take you out - just like a blind date
Soon as I green light it they’ll be good to go
You gon’ make ‘em lay you up just like a finger roll, yeah
Bank rolls all a nigga knows
Life is sweet, who gives a fuck about these bitter hoes?
I’m hella rich, my bitch is bad, she tryna fuck us both
I could tell you niggas mad, I’m in a different zone
Takin' trophies out your hands before I bring it home
They cut me from a different cloth, I got a heart of chrome
Married to the game, money was my best man
I remember back when I was out in Clapham
Tryna get a look, hopin' I would gain some rap fans
When they booed a nigga off stage, it was a wrap fam (Damn)
Had to get up off my ass, man
Every chance I got I had to treat it like my last chance
I was tryna pop for real like a step dad
Fuck ‘em, they got used to frontin' on me ‘till it backlashed
Now I hit the backwood until I’m sauté
Neck and wrist iced out, lookin' like sorbet
And I ain’t leaving, the streets I gotta feed ‘em
I know that they need it, ‘cause of me they keep receivin'
That’s what's up
(Yeah, uh huh)
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