Lil B - Simple Math lyrics

[Intro] 05 f** Em, man, this Lil B season man I'm turnin' up the game, you feel me? Yeah, I'm goin' platinum and all that sh**, you know what I'm sayin' Ay, f** these n***as man [Verse 1] Go hard on these n***as 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'mma 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**y a** n***as 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 b**hes f** sweet, my swag in the dreams All a n***a know, hustle hard 'til I pop I'mma f** the b**hes and I'mma celebrate n***as gon' hate cause I'm pushin' Maybach Chopper in the basket, cause jackers gon' watch me n***as get caught up cause n***as act sloppy I used to be sloppy, now I toned it down Lost a lot of weight cause I smoke and I push b**hes got problems, I got emotions My stuff important, 05 f** Em At the top of the penthouse, stupid b**h cash out n***as hate me cause your ho wanna cash out I need any ho, I want the fast route Rich n***a and I'm thuggin' too Shout out to the Bay, California what it do? I'm knockin' n***as out they shoes I wear that fake sh** cause I'm not rich like you, b**h [Outro] I'm still doin' it And I'mma 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 n***a 2014, we f**in' 'em bad, let's go