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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

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