05 f*ck 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, f*ck these niggas man Go hard on these niggas 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'm a 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 p*ssy ass niggas 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 f*ck sweet, my swag in the dreams All a nigga know, hustle hard 'til I pop I'm a f*ck the bitches and I'm a celebrate Niggas gon' hate cause I'm pushin' Maybach Chopper in the basket, cause jackers gon' watch me Niggas get caught up cause niggas 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 f*ck Em At the top of the penthouse, stupid bitch cash out Niggas hate me cause your ho wanna cash out I need any ho, I want the fast route Rich nigga and I'm thuggin' too Shout out to the Bay, California what it do? I'm knockin' niggas out they shoes I wear that fake shit cause I'm not rich like you, bitch I'm still doin' it And I'm a 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 nigga 2014, we f*ckin' 'em bad, let's go