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Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let's go, let's go, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

I'm a walkin' business n**a, I should be an LLC

I keep shooters who on point with me just like I'm CP3

I was up in Bushwick with that blicky like I'm 22gz

Trippin' off this Psilocybin sometimes it put my mind at ease

Pull up with that rifle like I'm Devin Booker, nothin' but net

Told lil' mama I ain't even tryna smash her, I want nothin' but neck

Told these folks that I ain't flyin' commercial, I do nothin' but jets

If any opps survive when we slide then he considered blessed

Feelin' like I'm Trae Young with this Glock because I score a lot

Feelin' like I'm Yoda with this wisdom 'cause I know a lot

Countin' up the extra in the trap I might go buy some stocks

This AR5.56'll blow through walls just like it's Juggernaut

Thinkin' 'bout my safety, so I bulletproof the SUV

The AP on my wrist inside the club shine like some LEDs

I know some niggas who learned how to shoot before they learned to read

All this money got me buyin' land, it got me signin' deeds

Juicin' for two weeks I need to cleanse, feel like my soul corrupted

All these players in this circle you gon' get your b**h abducted

Right now, yeah, I'm in this f**n 'Cat, you hear that motor purrin'

This week I'ma twist up Waffle Cone, you smell the exotic burnin'

My lady got a business now she earnin', she keep buyin' purses

We on shrooms this drug right here is natural, we not doin' Perky's

All I do is hit just like I'm Savage, we not doin' verbal

All my niggas loyalists no squares, we just do the circles

Put him on to crypto it was cheap but he ain't wanna listen

Put him on to money he was broke but he ain't wanna fix it

Put him on to fraud he was scary, he ain't wanna risk it

It's a competition where I'm from, who gone be the richest?

I'm a walkin' business n**a, I should be an LLC

I keep shooters who on point with me just like I'm CP3

I was up in Bushwick with that blicky like I'm 22gz

Trippin' off this Psilocybin sometimes it put my mind at ease

Pull up with that rifle like I'm Devin Booker, nothin' but net

Told lil' mama I ain't even tryna smash her, I want nothin' but neck

Told these folks that I ain't flyin' commercial, I do nothin' but jets

If any opps survive when we slide then he considered blessed