Big B’s lyrics

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

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Handful of hundreds, real big Bentley
Hublot, n*gga, get some business
Whole lotta hoes, n*gga, get your women, huh
Stuff 'er with the pole, come and get your women, n*gga
Big business, talk sh*t Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping
f*ck 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 f*ck her on the sheets, yeah, huh
And all my n*ggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
f*ck you thought? YSL 'til we d-i-e, hold on, hold on, hol' on
f*ck around and set the b*tch off like Queen Latifah, hold on, hold on, yeah
Going all out 'bout my dog like Scooby-ee, huh
And a n*gga 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Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)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
b*tch, 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*ggas 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, b*tch 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*gga b*tch tap out, then put 24's on a real big body
b*tch-ass n*gga need to stop it
Got a hundred racks on me, can't fit in my pocket
I'm a street n*gga, I'ma eat me some soup, I'ma let my b*tch eat pasta (Eat that, ho)
Told y'all n*ggas 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 f*cked 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*gga f*cked 'round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel ('D channel)
Young n*gga f*cked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, gotta get a banana (Banana)
These young n*ggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop (Brrat)
So many blue faces on me right now, young n*gga still gamble
Thirty-five racks for the factories, I steal mammals, sheesh
I ain't no rat but, n*gga, I cheese up
I'm a big dog, no Pedigree, I eat racks
Boomerang your b*tch, swee, she coming back

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