Calculator (feat. Chill Will)

I'mma tell you know Chill Will all business

Smoked so many blunts now I'm short winded

Served so many **** like a bartender

Can't stop now, I'm too busy gettin' it

This a trap house, can't sleep in it

No penny pinching,just big business

No long talk, just quick business

Now tell them to stay the fuck up outta my business

I walk up in this bitch like I own it

She looking at my hard like she want it

I just made six figures this morning

I tell you now, money make me horny

Now this the type of shit dope boys like

This the type of shit bad hoes like

This the type of shit the rich **** like

This the type of shit the bad bitches like

I can do this shit with no problem

Old broke ass **** he ain't no problem

I pull the strap out, do we have a problem?

All I'm trying to solve is a math problem

I'm a bad guy, yeah the Green Goblin

Tell her suck my dick, yeah keep gobblin'

Yeah I got em' 'Oohs' and I got em' swallowin'

When I go to job in, bodies dropping

I'm about to go to Vegas with some trick dice

I'll have your uncle smoking out of crack pipes

I'll have your sister sneaking out at midnight

Cause Chill Will street **** real life