Big Biznezz

[Intro]
Oh my God Hocus
Vaze on the track boy
Yeah, Meech to go and get 'em
Meech to go and get 'em
Meech to go and get 'em
Okay

[Chorus]
I can't fuck no bitch without a rubber, she can't trap nothin'
Can't try me like no busta' from the gusta', you can't count nothin'
These niggas be some suckers on the cover, ain't gone clap nothin'
I'm pushin' P I'm pushin' issue, yeah I'm Mr Clapback
I went got some cash, I'm on some money shit, on God
I got off my ass ain't on no flunky shit, on God
She ran up some racks, yeah that’s my money bitch
I used to be poor, didn’t had none of this, ain't that a bitch, on God

[Verse 1]
Take a look at me, they still in the rookie league
I was sellin' P-s and pushin' P, now they can book a G
I threw easy done we takin' jets and flights across the sea
Name an opp, can't talk to me
Name a nigga who bossin' me, on God
Yeah I come from pressure, this shit pressure how we spend bands
She gon' feel the pressure, she ain't gon' ask me "is it in in"
300 in this Tesla, be established just to get in
300 shots the battlefield, Lil Fletch like we didn't win
I cut lose some knots and ties, why?, 'cause they disband
Thick bitch, she spread 'em thighs wide, this shit different
I run up some numbers in the summer, this shit in in
I'm not into drama, I get commas, what's the business, on God

[Chorus]
I can't fuck no bitch without a rubber, she can't trap nothin'
Can't try me like no busta' from the gusta', you can't count nothin'
These niggas be some suckers on the cover, ain't gone clap nothin'
I'm pushin' P I'm pushin' issue, yeah I'm Mr. Clapback, on God
I went got some cash, I'm on some money shit, on God
I got off my ass ain't on no flunky shit, on God
She ran up some racks, yeah that's my money bitch
I used to be poor, didn't had none of this, ain't that a bitch, on God

[Verse 2]
Hellcat mopped out Jeep truck swervin'
I was in the backseat hungry and hurtin'
Now I do my thing and grindin' with a purpose
I know I ain't perfect, but I know I'm worth it
Not new to the game I can't put trust in a person
They shake ass for fame, that shit crazy, niggas twerkin'
Shawty who they blame 'cause they hurtin' while I'm splurgin'
But I was at the bottom with the gang like a Persian
Used to ride the backseat, now I rock this jewelry now
Used to talk but that's cheap, they pay me for my service now
Sending shit, I won't wait no time, she celibate then I might sell a bitch
Most shit on my mind some scary shit, but I ain't scared of shit
Nate did nada all he know is make a dollar
I'm from where they make a problem
Throw the bait, really rob 'em
Duck a case, fix your posture
Why they hate, they fit the roster
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Chorus]
I can't fuck no bitch without a rubber, she can't trap nothin'
Can't try me like no busta' from the gusta', you can't count nothin'
These niggas be some suckers on the cover, ain't gone clap nothin'
I'm pushin' P I'm pushin' issue, yeah I'm Mr. Clapback, on God
I went got some cash, I'm on some money shit, on God
I got off my ass ain't on no flunky shit, on God
She ran up some racks, yeah that's my money bitch
I used to be poor, didn't had none of this, ain't that a bitch, on God