[Intro]
05 Fuck Em, man, this Lil B season man
I'm turnin' up the game, you feel me?
Yeah, I'm goin' platinum and all that shit, you know what I'm sayin'
Ay, fuck these n***as man

[Verse 1]
Go hard on these n***as
Black 4-5, guess what that's a nine
I know my math, I stay tucked all the time
You see my calculator, them bullets just fly
Them numbers add up, you dudes sweet as pie
I'mma just divide, choppers make 'em fly
Choppers say, my choppers say you a liar
Understand, I'm just a business man
And I'm the business man
Stop takin' chances, I hit 'em with the K
Make 'em say "aye", I'm justin' seein' O's
I just push P's mind's on the E
ABC's, different color coupes, next summer they turn green
Pussy ass n***as get hit with the beam
You never use a gun, you're like Bruce Lee
When I come up, it's somethin' like a dream
The bitches fuck sweet, my swag in the dreams
All a n***a know, hustle hard 'til I pop
I'mma fuck the bitches and I'mma celebrate
N***as gon' hate cause I'm pushin' Maybach
Chopper in the basket, cause jackers gon' watch me
N***as get caught up cause n***as act sloppy
I used to be sloppy, now I toned it down
Lost a lot of weight cause I smoke and I push
Bitches got problems, I got emotions
My stuff important, 05 Fuck Em
At the top of the penthouse, stupid bitch cash out
N***as hate me cause your ho wanna cash out
I need any ho, I want the fast route
Rich n***a and I'm thuggin' too
Shout out to the Bay, California what it do?
I'm knockin' n***as out they shoes
I wear that fake shit cause I'm not rich like you, bitch
[Outro]
I'm still doin' it
And I'mma keep doin' it, you feel me
You gotta get real rich in it, I'm just tryin' to get real wealthy
You understand, that's all, Based God n***a
2014, we fuckin' 'em bad, let's go