[Intro: Gunna]

Yeah, yah

Uh

Run that back, Turbo

Yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]

I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady

And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy

I need some love to go with this hate

Give mama a hug, we finally made it

We puttin' Ms in all the Mercedes

Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy

Bitches ain't shit, bet' not trust your old lady

Business is business, so you gotta pay me

[Verse 1: Gunna]

Uh, Bentleys on Bentleys, we mob through the A

Benjis on Benjis, we stack every day

Business is business, so you gotta pay

New Lamborghinis make me wanna race

Still eat fettuccine I'm stuck in my ways

My bed Tempur-Pedic, I fuckin' get paid

My flow a disease, kill these rappers like AIDS

Yves St. Laurent on the lens of my shades

Gunna back up, I was goin' through a phase

I doubled up and got my bitches straight

You learned how to drip from you watchin' my page

Niggas be tossin', somebody decay

Off-White'd the coupe and the inside is beige

I pop this shit like I've been doin' for ages

So many dead faces I got me a grave

YSL, nigga say "Slatt" every day

I pop me a pill, one got stuck in my throat

This Rollie a Presi', I don't need to vote

Your ho super ready, she at my condo

I stay with that 9, they should call me Marlo

I'm the greatest of all, my emoji is goat

Bouncin' my life, got my back off the rope

Too real I can't turn my back on the bros

[Chorus: Gunna]

I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady

And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy

I need some love to go with this hate

Give mama a hug, we finally made it

Puttin' Ms in all the Mercedes

Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy

Bitches ain't shit, bet' not trust your old lady

Business is business, so you gotta pay me

[Verse 2: Lil Baby & (Gunna)]

Brought out a dub and I'm ready to spend it

You dropped the ball I got it, we winnin'

Spaceship for a car that ain't rented

They know who I am, I ain't walkin' through Lenox

It didn't take long, I ran up them racks

Bought it, ain't like it, ain't takin it back

I shoulda playin' linebacker, I want a sack

I got this cheetah print all on my jacket

I got the belt and the shoes to match it

I'm from the hood, I'm keepin' my ratchet

My bitch the baddest, she ain't bougie, she ratchet

I get him flipped, then I buy him a casket

I'm servin' real, I ain't just singin', rappin'

I got on Soldier Re's, they're classics

I got a 31 doin' gymnastics

I sold a brick, it was still in the package

Sixty five hundred was spent on this coat

(Got a bitch in the condo, she snortin' the coke)

I don't wanna fuck her just want the throat

I'm savin' my money, I ain't goin' broke

Don't want no handouts, that shit ain't no joke

They listen up when I speak, I'm the pope

I'm bringin' cash, ain't payin' no notes

I got the stick just in case they want smoke

[Chorus: Gunna]

I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady

And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy (Surfboard)

I need some love to go with this hate

Give mama a hug, we finally made it (Finally made it)

Puttin' Ms in all the Mercedes

Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy

Bitches ain't shit, bet' not trust your old lady (Bitches ain't shit)

Business is business, so you gotta pay me (Business is business)