Huh, yeah
He ain't really gang
Talk 'bout
He ain't
He ain't nothing to talk 'bout
He ain't really gang
Crunch the numbers
We gon' get up in his f*ckin' lane
I don't want the fame, yeah
Get the green, get the money, that's all imma take
We go band for band
We the ones, turned that stupid hoe into a fan
Parties on a yacht, yeah
It's my time but I promise I ain't miss the plot
It's still King Me, believe me
I don't wanna hear that hoe unless that hoe is Siri
I just want that money baby
I just want that green bean
Fillin' on this Henny baby, I don't want a feeling
Takin' this prescription but the doctor ain't prescript me
I'm a man of war, I let the blood hit on the ceiling
You'll throw up fire, got the .40 stuck beneath me
Yeah, I'm number one and all you buzzes are beneath me
Yeah, we splatter him
Catch that boy, embarrass him
Spot him, we got him, we bury him
I'm telling you all of the variables
We the ones that did incredible
I could make your life so miserable
I could make your life so miserable, ay
Want business
Don't want business
You don't want business
Got war business
I got war business
Got lot of business
I got lot of business
I got lot of business
He ain't really gang
Crunch the numbers
We gon' get up in his f*ckin' lane
I don't want the fame, yeah
Get the green, get the money, that's all imma take
We go band for band
We the ones, turned that stupid hoe into a fan
Parties on a yacht, yeah
It's my time but I promise I ain't miss the plot
It's still King Me, believe me
I don't wanna hear that hoe unless that hoe is Siri
I just want that money baby
I just want that green bean
Fillin' on this Henny baby, I don't want a feeling
Takin' this prescription but the doctor ain't prescript me
I'm a man of war, I let the blood hit on the ceiling
You'll throw up fire, got the .40 stuck beneath me
Yeah, I'm number one and all you buzzes are beneath me
Haha, just like that
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Huh, yeah
He ain't really gang
Talk 'bout
He ain't
He ain't nothing to talk 'bout
He ain't really gang
Crunch the numbers
We gon' get up in his f*ckin' lane
I don't want the fame, yeah
Get the green, get the money, that's all imma take
We go band for band
We the ones, turned that stupid hoe into a fan
Parties on a yacht, yeah
It's my time but I promise I ain't miss the plot
It's still King Me, believe me
I don't wanna hear that hoe unless that hoe is Siri
I just want that money baby
I just want that green bean
Fillin' on this Henny baby, I don't want a feeling
Takin' this prescription but the doctor ain't prescript me
I'm a man of war, I let the blood hit on the ceiling
You'll throw up fire, got the .40 stuck beneath me
Yeah, I'm number one and all you buzzes are beneath me
Yeah, we splatter him
Catch that boy, embarrass him
Spot him, we got him, we bury him
I'm telling you all of the variables
We the ones that did incredible
I could make your life so miserable
I could make your life so miserable, ay
Want business
Don't want business
You don't want business
Got war business
I got war business
Got lot of business
I got lot of business
I got lot of business
He ain't really gang
Crunch the numbers
We gon' get up in his f*ckin' lane
I don't want the fame, yeah
Get the green, get the money, that's all imma take
We go band for band
We the ones, turned that stupid hoe into a fan
Parties on a yacht, yeah
It's my time but I promise I ain't miss the plot
It's still King Me, believe me
I don't wanna hear that hoe unless that hoe is Siri
I just want that money baby
I just want that green bean
Fillin' on this Henny baby, I don't want a feeling
Takin' this prescription but the doctor ain't prescript me
I'm a man of war, I let the blood hit on the ceiling
You'll throw up fire, got the .40 stuck beneath me
Yeah, I'm number one and all you buzzes are beneath me
Haha, just like that
He ain't really gang
Talk 'bout
He ain't
He ain't nothing to talk 'bout
He ain't really gang
Crunch the numbers
We gon' get up in his f*ckin' lane
I don't want the fame, yeah
Get the green, get the money, that's all imma take
We go band for band
We the ones, turned that stupid hoe into a fan
Parties on a yacht, yeah
It's my time but I promise I ain't miss the plot
It's still King Me, believe me
I don't wanna hear that hoe unless that hoe is Siri
I just want that money baby
I just want that green bean
Fillin' on this Henny baby, I don't want a feeling
Takin' this prescription but the doctor ain't prescript me
I'm a man of war, I let the blood hit on the ceiling
You'll throw up fire, got the .40 stuck beneath me
Yeah, I'm number one and all you buzzes are beneath me
Yeah, we splatter him
Catch that boy, embarrass him
Spot him, we got him, we bury him
I'm telling you all of the variables
We the ones that did incredible
I could make your life so miserable
I could make your life so miserable, ay
Want business
Don't want business
You don't want business
Got war business
I got war business
Got lot of business
I got lot of business
I got lot of business
He ain't really gang
Crunch the numbers
We gon' get up in his f*ckin' lane
I don't want the fame, yeah
Get the green, get the money, that's all imma take
We go band for band
We the ones, turned that stupid hoe into a fan
Parties on a yacht, yeah
It's my time but I promise I ain't miss the plot
It's still King Me, believe me
I don't wanna hear that hoe unless that hoe is Siri
I just want that money baby
I just want that green bean
Fillin' on this Henny baby, I don't want a feeling
Takin' this prescription but the doctor ain't prescript me
I'm a man of war, I let the blood hit on the ceiling
You'll throw up fire, got the .40 stuck beneath me
Yeah, I'm number one and all you buzzes are beneath me
Haha, just like that
Writer: Darren Coates
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