Simple Math

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