[Chorus]

I'm just givin' you facts

Me, I'm in the cut with my mind on the bucks

I thought I oughta tell you

It's so, so simply done

[Verse 1: Armani Caesar & BENNY THE BUTCHER]

Let me get on my slick shit (Woah)

Y'all niggas been on some bitch shit (Uh-huh)

I'm blankin' out on all of these dipshits (Brr), top of my hitlist (Yup)

Hustle gang, I'm on my TIP shit (Uh-huh)

Goin' hard, I'm on my stiff dick (Woo)

My niggas sharpshooters, aim and click, I ain't talkin' no Twit' pic (Brr)

I get in that booth and I rip shit (Uh-huh), no playin', no kid shit (Uh-huh)

In the club hittin' that woah (Woah)

Bad bitch on my Bébé's Kids shit (Uh-huh), bosses, I click with (Yeah)

If you a weak bitch, you gon' hate me (Aww)

A insecure bitch can't take me (Hah)

I walk around like I'm that bitch (What up?), ain't shit the bum can say, 'kay? (Nah)

Just keep them bitches out my way, bae (Uh-huh)

Yeah, I be ki-killin' these bitches (Killin' these bitches)

Crest white pearlies, I be still grillin' these bitches (Still grillin' these bitches)

Yo, West, I'ma make a mil' on these bitches (What up? Yo)

Run it up, fuck it, make a bunch of mils on these bitches, yeah (Ayy, look)

[Verse 2: BENNY THE BUTCHER]

Presidents I'm foldin' (Check), Presidential Rollie (Check)

When they know you got it, they be beggin' you to hold it (Damn)

Ties with too many shooters (Uh-huh), lies from too many jewelers (Facts)

'Bout to cop the apartment complex with twenty units

All year, I'm givin' out pressure, fiends remember me from the block

Givin' out testers, never givin' out extras (Uh-uh)

You get what you pay for, you wanna be a hustler

But you can't afford the work (What?), nigga, don't quit your day job

Godfather shit, I still might do the shootin' (Brr)

The graveyard in my city like a high school reunion

Ten years ago, I was in the company of bricks (I was)

My old plug might just run into me at Phipps (What's happenin'?)

Shorty told her homegirl she want me, I'm a lick (Oh word?)

But she gotta eat pussy if she wanna be my bitch

Strap 'round the chop, we got army tools, all these goons

And guns stashed in the kitchen and the laundry room

Why would I acknowledge you? (Why?) You got a team full of niggas

That's sorry fools with cheap guns and borrowed jewels

Keep playin', I'll send Armani through

You know the passenger a shooter when we spin the Ferrari through

[Chorus]

I'm just givin' you facts

Me, I'm in the cut with my mind on the bucks

I thought I oughta tell you

It's so, so simply done

I'm just givin' you facts

Me, I'm in the cut with my mind on the bucks

I thought I oughta tell you

It's so, so simply done