[Verse 1]

Hallelujah, amen

Biz came back in

High life, fast life

Uptown, get right

Get the coke out the foil

Bring the water to a boil

First night I hit the scene

That's a thousand on the jeans

Oh my, oh my

Games mine, worldwide

Reloads, no lie

You're shit, no vibes

Yellow Rollie on the wrist

I see someone take the piss

Money march into Joeseppi

Everybody's mini Biz

Making thousands in the pen

I do this again and again

Getting money, dirty money

I got it, it's ten out of ten

Got a text on my Tec

They say that I'm still in the pen

Rolling round in my Benz

She came with a friend of her friend

Why hate? Why hate?

Fresh home, i8

Shout out my dawgs

Them man fly straight

With my niggas eating dinner

F1 you're a winner

Big up [?], big up Jizzle

Big up [?], big up Scribbles

[Verse 2]

Told everybody don't fuck with me

If you do it, do it properly

Serve a nigga like I'm Djokovic

I'm just [?], please don't bother me

At the top is where I gotta be

Getting money like Monopoly

I hate you fuck niggas

Fucking up the economy

E.R., we ain't playing games

Twenty-thou on that plain Jane

Free the dawgs, I ain't saying names

Free the dawgs, I ain't saying names

I don't talk about broke boys

We are not on the same thing

Getting money with dope boys

In the club popping Champagne

I get money, I'm the truth

I'm the realest in the booth

I just wanna be the Biz

I don't wanna be you

Hundred thousand in my face

Rock designers every day

Go to sleep getting paid

I don't fuck with no Jakes

I don't wanna fall in love

Baby I just wanna fuck

Couple bottles, roll the Cannabis

Get the pussy and duck

I ain't tryna stay the night

I don't wanna have a fight

You and me just one time

I don't wanna have a wife

I got London on a hype

I put plastic on my mic

I put plastic on my dick

I be sleeping with your wife

Being Biz is a crime

Balmain for a night

I hit the store I don't try it on

I just wanna know the price

I'll be pissing on your life

All my diamonds on a hype

Shoutout six, shoutout six

I came home, he's eating right

I take a L, I smoke a L

Karma's a bitch, I know her well

I went jail, they said I failed

They sending me hate mail

Oh well, oh well

Die slow, go hell

Cause I don't really give a fuck

(laugh)