Simple Math - Lil B

I’m turnin' up the game, you feel me?

Yeah, I’m goin' platinum and all that shit, you know what I’m sayin'

Ay, fuck these niggas man

Go hard on these niggas

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’m a 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

Pussy ass niggas 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 bitches fuck sweet, my swag in the dreams

All a nigga know, hustle hard 'til I pop

I’m a fuck the bitches and I’m a celebrate

Niggas gon' hate cause I’m pushin' Maybach

Chopper in the basket, cause jackers gon' watch me

Niggas get caught up cause niggas act sloppy

I used to be sloppy, now I toned it down

Lost a lot of weight cause I smoke and I push

Bitches got problems, I got emotions

My stuff important, 05 Fuck Em

At the top of the penthouse, stupid bitch cash out

Niggas hate me cause your ho wanna cash out

I need any ho, I want the fast route

Rich nigga and I’m thuggin' too

Shout out to the Bay, California what it do?

I’m knockin' niggas out they shoes

I wear that fake shit cause I’m not rich like you, bitch

I’m still doin' it

And I’m a 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 nigga

2014, we fuckin' 'em bad, let’s go