I ain't with that beef shit
Save them problems for your mama
But you diss, trip, cross that line and touch me
It's gone be some drama
Send your dumbass to the ER
Hit you one time, out Obama
Out here searching for the cash
And I’m a find it like Osama
Making money on my to do list
Every Fall, Spring, Winter, Summer
Got a bitch
I got a nigga
Ain’t got time for either one of ‘em
Gotta split
I’m chasing after commas
Every last one of ‘em
On my dick, that’s where they sit
‘Cause I’m the shit
A fucking problem
I just want you bring me weed and food
And fuck me real good
We ain’t gotta tell nobody
What we know is understood
He respect I’m ‘bout my check
He know when I’m not in the mood
Give ‘em a peck
Just to assure him I’ll be back and we ain’t through
I done had a few drinks
I done had a few blunts
I done did a few things
That I ain't proud of
I been hurt so many times now I despise love
Next nigga that break my heart
We ‘gon have to get them gloves
Won't catch me dancing in the club
On no nigga, that ain't my nigga
Auntie told me
You don't feed that man no cake, when you ain't had dinner
Fuck I look like cuffing anything
That nigga, he ain’t my nigga
That ain’t what I told him though
Just mind your business, mind your business
Down to ride, long as we rolling my way
You can take the highway if you don't like what I say
Pull into the driveway
They like, damn that bitch paid
Don’t be talking sideways
I’ll smack you, I don’t play
Just increasing my pay with every word that I say
Won’t catch me boo’d up or laid
I got too much money to make
I get plus like Chevrolet
Hear me once, ain’t no replay
Hop up on and ride his sleigh
When I’m feeling risqué
You'll never show me up
I'm always showing out
This shit ain’t for no clout
I’m really what I’m ‘bout
Might get hit in your mouth
If on me you talk down
Complex don’t play around
Never did, ain’t starting now
Man these bitches fucking clowns
Even got the big feet
All they missing is the circus
Man, they do this shit for free
Baby, you can miss me
With all that shit you missing
You can’t get back with me
Had your shot, you frisbee’d
Ain’t no boomerang with me
Don’t care if you on your knees
You could fight and beg and plead
I’m quick, on to the next thing
I’m just stacking my cheese, mozzarella, pepper jack
Say more money more problems
Well, I got no problem w/ that
Gotta stay on my fitness
A little slim, a little fat
Cut you off with the quickness
If I’m not feeling where you’re at
You might sleep with the fishes
If we find out that you a rat
Hit my phone with the swiftness
If it’s ‘bout money, we can chat
My left hook is real vicious
But I’ll still, beat you with a bat
None of us is some bitches
You start with me, you’ll get clapped
I’m just wiping my feet from stomping on these rappers necks
Don’t like blood on my hands
So I just wipe ‘em on the mat
To the money, the money
G-get me there, me there, stat
Yes, I can break you off and I ain’t talking kit kats
Always get what I want
Yes, I am a big brat
I’m a do what I want
Baby, that’s a big fact
I’m the winner, no runner up
Won’t never come in last
Man this shit ain’t no cover up
I’m Big Plex, no big act
I might get in some trouble if they start to dig up my past
On a sprint to the money, I’m trynna make it real fast
Trynn sell out some stadiums, have a massive impact
Yeah, I got all the seeds, now all I gotta do is plant
Yeah, Complex is the one
‘Ya Dig that
