[Intro: Young Thug]
Hah, big business
Like the opps say big business, you know what I'm saying, fucks, hahaha
Yeah, now watch me

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Handful of hundreds, real big Bentley
Hublot, n***a, get some business
Whole lotta hoes, n***a, get your women, huh
Stuff 'er with the pole, come and get your women, n***a
Big business, talk shit Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping
Fuck around, now you missing, hold on (Swoop), hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete, huh
Pimp C, I ain't doing that, I'ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah, huh
And all my n***as loyal like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you thought? YSL 'til 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, huh
And a n***a 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Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)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)
Sixty-five pointers in the Cuban, sheesh (Damn, woo, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me (Sheesh)
[Bridge: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch, I know who I am, uh

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
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 "2" 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 n***as 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, ayy
Bra push up when I pull up, ayy
Got a little money from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on baby pull-ups, ayy
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 cheapskate
You could tell he's lying, cheesecake, uh
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Make a n***a bitch tap out, then put 24's on a real big body
Bitch-ass n***a need to stop it
Got a hundred racks on me, can't fit in my pocket
I'm a street n***a, I'ma eat me some soup, I'ma let my bitch eat pasta (Eat that, ho)
Told y'all n***as I ain't stopping
Black card in my wallet, I'ma feed my partner (Feed partner)
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam'ron with the pink Margielas (Margielas)
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding 'round the town with the pink Beretta (Beretta)
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule (My schedule)
Mama just sent me a picture, got Indian in my family through my goddamn nana (Through my nana)
Young n***a fucked 'round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel ('D channel)
Young n***a fucked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, gotta get a banana (Banana)
These young n***as go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop (Brrat)
So many blue faces on me right now, young n***a still gamble
Thirty-five racks for the factories, I steal mammals, sheesh
I ain't no rat but, n***a, I cheese up
I'm a big dog, no Pedigree, I eat racks
Boomerang your bitch, swee, she coming back

[Bridge: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch, I know who I am, uh