(If you up in my business, then you ain't in your bag)

Oh yeah, B

(I'm the inspo' and the muse, but I don't get a tag)

Uh, if you up in my business, then you ain't in your bag

I showed these bitches love, now why these bitches mad?

I'm the inspo' and the muse, but I don't get a tag

Any tea on me is laced, huh, that's the gag

Young and lit, I did this shit all by my lonely

Secret animosity, but act like you my homie

Looking up to me 'cause you below me

Funny 'cause I thought that y'all were homely

Got the eaters lined up like it's lunchtime

Everybody cop a knuckle sandwich, that's the punch line

Rich biddie like the blood wine

It ain't too much to make a thug cry

(It ain't too much to make a thug cry)

Had your back when you was under weather, not together

Loyalty hold weight to me, to you, it's like a feather

Called you friend, but now I call you error, ain't no pressure

Now tell me who the hell I owe the pleasure, uh

I'm not flexing, you just used to living full of shame, I

Like the finer things in life, I'm living off the chain, I

Feel like Yoncé, when they see me, they gon' say my name

Everybody say they hustlers, but they ain't the jack of any trade

Ah, out for vengeance now, I'm killing Bill

Call me Lauryn 'cause I'm really going up the hill

And a trip out to Dubai would be a cheaper thrill

Big B, don't forget, I never been the Lil'