[Intro]

Yeah. turn me up

[Chorus]

Uh, business as usual

Money on my mind, I can feel it in my cuticle

Fuck the 9 to 5, wasn't made for a cubicle

Now know I'm raw, tuna roll

Yep

[Verse 1]

Uh you know what it is, Kid Ink up in this bitch

Hear that egh!, smell the scent, bitch I'm on, all in

One hit'll leave a nigga's nose twitching like Bewitched

So what I'm smoking on, I swear to God I'm floating in a drift

Alumni we the illest, sicker than Contagion

All up in your hood like my niggas work at Kragen

Know that L.A. is the city but it look like we from Beijing

Say I don't be in my city? Who the fuck is you fugazing, let's go

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]

It go Peter picked them peppers, nigga, I just picked them hoes out

Swimming in the money, how I'm living, boathouse

I don't need a floaty cause I'm sitting on a cloud

Tell the world kiss my ass head up, look at me now bitch

Back on immense, stack on stack I'm racking it in

Swear that they ain't fucking with me, talking all that abstinence

Yeah, bitch I'm blowing up, you the bomb

Niggas know I'm raw, tuna roll

[Verse 3: Kid Ink]

Batter up, I'm outta here

Find me in the cut like aloe vera

I'm the man in this bitch you just Tyler Perry

See me throwing money in the sky 'til I'm outta air

Sorry your honour but I had to kill 'em

Niggas think they hard but they softer than pillows

And I'm high off a pill in the building like dealers

Pissing off the tenants give a fuck 'bout your feelings, tell 'em

I'm on, yeah

[Verse 4: Kid Ink]

Okay, snapback, hatback, smoking on that loud pack

Blow it to the ceiling, look like bombs over Baghdad

Bitch I'm worth a milli, even more before the taxes

I'm the realest on the atlas you can go and ask the masses, what up? What's up

What's up? Uh, roll up, hold up, have a taste

You ain't gotta go to outer space

To see the stars baby, welcome to the show

Yeah these niggas know I'm raw, tuna roll, yeah

[Outro]

Alumini bitch

Wheels up

Niggas know I'm raw, tuna roll