[Intro: Heem B$F & Rick Hyde]
Uh, yo, man, roll some more of that Butcher Breath up, n***a, let's get high
Check the stats, n***a, we up (Yeah, it's Ricky)
Just when they thought it was over, this shit done got even bigger
Fuck it, n***a, bigger BSF, n***a
That's what you call us from now on (Bigger BSF, n***a)
Yeah (Fuck you pussy n***as)

[Verse 1: Rick Hyde & Heem B$F]
My ex bitch mad 'cause her new n***a plug from me (Ah)
She thought I wouldn't make it, but now look what it does for me
I see you n***as hatin', but ain't gettin' no buzz from me
Used to have the floor, then I took the Henri rugs for me (Give me that)
One-fifty in a 'Ghini (Skrrt), shook the gamе like a martini
Bitch, it's Black Soprano Family, Cajun shrimp and fettuccini
Wake my bitch up to bеllinis, it's November, but bikinis
It's a hundred K to talk to me, a half a man to be me (That money)
Mona Scott-Young, I could put you on TV (Bang)
Give my lil' man some Yeezys, he said, "Big bruh, this a freebie" (Brrt)
I be in the hood every day, because they need me (Because they—)
I'm just tryna show my dedication too, just like I'm Weezy
Waitin' on that pat on my back, like I'm wheezin' (Hahaha)
It's cool, 'cause I know God blessed me, just like I'm sneezin' (Yeah)
I'm polished and I'm seasoned (Yeah), Beanie Siegel durin' The Reason (They know)
Even bigger BSF, bitch (Yeah, haha), don't get caught committin' treason (Ayo)
Motherfucker, huh
[Verse 2: Heem B$F & Benny the Butcher]
Hands on, n***a, you don't wanna try me
East side of the trick is where I be (They know)
With a big four-nick on side me
Do you, ICU on a IV
On the block where I grew, it was grimy
Seen my own day-one try to slime me
Put my whole left hand in diamonds
Bustdown Rollie, perfect timin'
Stay down, you know we grindin' (Grindin')
More time, they know I'm ridin' (Brrt)
That pump'll start a riot
Chopper spittin', rapid fire (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
He say he gang, he lyin' (He lied)
You say my name, you dyin' (You die)
They pull up wavin' iron
All you hear is police sirens
Ho, you think you can fuck with me? (Fuck with me?)
Why these n***as try and come for me? (Come for me)
This the part, it get ugly
We send the graveyard company
Rap n***as in the black bag (Brrt)
Everybody get a toe tag
Fifty Ps in the Coach bag
We're on the run from the drug task
Middle finger to the cops and opposition
I done made it off the block, now I got them n***as dissin'
Tell 'em meet me at the top or they never get a mention
It's a problem, lick a shot (Ha) or we pay him no attention
They know, they know (Yeah, haha)
[Verse 3: Benny the Butcher]
I be tryna teach legacy to 'em, y'all still be comparin' the cake
Broke people countin' rich people money seem like the American way
Hundred thousand blue American K, fuck her good while I stare in her face
Rich n***a treat a bad bitch like a dog just like I'm Eric Benét
Money don't matter to Butch', guess this how it feel when you havin' this much (You havin' this much)
I hate to rattle you, but you hot 'cause y'all n***as chatter too much (Y'all n***as chatter too much)
Three whips in the driveway, we take 'em all out, shooters in the back of the truck (Brrt)
You know, I push the coupe in the middle and, yeah, the foreign Sudan in the front (In the front)
I ain't have to touch a brick lately, but my neck two hundred and my wrist eighty
Ho spoiled like a big baby, pussy so good, I call her "Miss Lady"
Talkin' top five, didn't say me, how? I been runnin' all this shit lately
Million dollar deals, shit crazy, not bad for a trench baby
Not bad for a lick-hittin', slick-talkin' n***a in a big 'Cedes
No drop-offs, take a Lyft, baby, fuck with us and get rich maybe
When you grind this hard, put your n***as on, then they gotta give you yours
Next year, we gettin' bigger toys, but we started like the fifty boys, uh (Uh)

[Bridge: Benny the Butcher & Armani Caesar]
But we started like the fifty boys (Uh)
Next year, we gettin' bigger toys (Uh), but we started like the fifty boys (Yeah, uh)
Yo, AC
Yeah

[Verse 4: Armani Caesar]
These hoes can't fuck with money (Nah)
Pull up G-Wag' with the bangin' body
Real n***as bring that flame up out me
Got the illest n***as in the game behind me (Woo)
Fake bitches, stay the fuck from 'round me
'Fore I fold a bitch like a origami (Uh)
Strippin' game, put that shit behind me
But I still manage to keep a pole around me (Ha)
Rarely seen, but I'm always noticed (Uh-huh)
Countin' money, tryna keep the focus (Yeah)
Lookin' like that, rappin' like this
Guess my DNA is G-coded (Ooh)
Too easy, think I cheat coded
When the beauty showin' and the beast flowin' (Ha)
I don't keep score, I keep scorin'
Best thing I ever did was keep goin' (Woo)
I'm rich 'cause I have to be (Have to be)
These bitches is trash to me (Trash to me)
Put all of them bitches together
And n***as still couldn't get half of me (Half of me)
Them n***as be after Caes'
Givin' me cash and keys (Come on)
Pull up in one of them foreign lil' things
That's straight from the factory (Vroom)
Hundred on hundreds, securin' the bag on the daily (Bag on the daily)
I'm on my grown woman, but your n***a callin' me "baby" (Callin' me "baby")
Body is hittin', I'm pullin' up in a Mercedes (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
When you be shinin', them bitches can't help but start hatin' (Woo)