Yeah (Uh huh), yeah (Yeah) Look Business booming, bitch, I'm back up in the studio Cookin' in my kitchen clothes Revenge club, bitch, I'm 'bout to serve these dishes cold I'm with the dawgs and you don't wanna make 'em pick a bone If you ain't rockin' with the best you should be kickin' stones I'm in CPT with a PTA mind state I don't buy face, I'm with the gang they down to violate They be smokin' opps, gettin' higher than the crime rate They don't know you but they'll take you out - just like a blind date Soon as I green light it they'll be good to go You gon' make 'em lay you up just like a finger roll, yeah Bank rolls all a nigga knows Life is sweet, who gives a fuck about these bitter hoes? I'm hella rich, my bitch is bad, she tryna fuck us both I could tell you niggas mad, I'm in a different zone Takin' trophies out your hands before I bring it home They cut me from a different cloth, I got a heart of chrome Married to the game, money was my best man I remember back when I was out in Clapham Tryna get a look, hopin' I would gain some rap fans When they booed a nigga off stage, it was a wrap fam (Damn) Had to get up off my ass, man Every chance I got I had to treat it like my last chance I was tryna pop for real like a step dad Fuck 'em, they got used to frontin' on me 'till it backlashed Now I hit the backwood until I'm sauté Neck and wrist iced out, lookin' like sorbet And I ain't leaving, the streets I gotta feed 'em I know that they need it, 'cause of me they keep receivin' That's what's up (Yeah, uh huh) And I know that they know what my name is And I know, I just know I'm gon' make it I've been goin' on the road tryna chase it Things don't change, they stay the same But I doubt they'd ever say that 'bout me Yeah, I doubt they'd ever say that 'bout me, yeah