(FOUR4WAY run them bands up, FOUR4WAY got it out the mud)
I get head but have no headache, that drank, she don't fuss but I make her cuss, make her yeah
So much bars locked in, so much cheese, yeah, like a pecorino cheese, laying in bed, still making that bread
Lets be for real, she don't fuck with me yeah yeah, I make money, she call me honey, like bees we sting your Ass, yeah
I ain't fake like A.I., but I ball like A.I., I ain't in my prime no more, still caught a baddie, she bad like Barbie
Ain't no whole talk, just real talk, yeah, making bread, yeah, like a bread man, you know I'm the man
She call me her man, I'm built like he man, yeah, hey man, that shit rhyme, I rhyme like a teacher, yeah, I got Clips like rulers, my sweater cool, that's the truth, she hotter than summer, got me sweating, baby girl bad as fuck, got me
Dreaming, I'm complex like apartments, yeah, flex when I can, flex music, flex that shit, yeah, flex that shit
Yeah, B equals be, yeah, did that shit before, yeah, that before catalog, yeah, hell yeah, my first song, yeah
That's hell, yeah, before catalog, before the money, before the fame, yeah, B equals be, yeah, yeah, getting Money
Money never change me, so I don't know what made you change, cause a lot of pain
A lot of pain, a lot of pain, yeah, a lot of racks, you know I love the racks, yeah, I love stacks, I love ass and everything
Me and my dawgs tight like Philly, yeah, I brotherly love, and I share my plate with my dawgs, I ain't see my Pops
Hope he aight, can't see my uncle, yeah, hope he still thugging, yeah, I love my n***as and my thugs, yeah
Throw away to the man that you got