It Is What It Is

Yeah It is Woah (woah, woah) And I'm 'bout to get an IV, so Let me knock this out real quick (Run it back, Turbo) Yep (woah) B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (gets) Run it up like my crib at the top of the hill Really though, that's 'cause it is (it is) Quit being so sensitive and takin' it personal, baby, it's biz (what?) I cut they ass off, but fuck it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is Run that shit back, Turbo (ayy, woah, yeah) Let's go, let's go It's simple, but it ain't easy Woah, woah, I got it figured out, woah (Run it back, Turbo) Fuck all that hatin', that shit a disease and they dyin' off (woah) I got a goddess that just hopped up out of the pool and she never dryin' off Cheffed up the product, I put that bitch right on the shelf and hell yeah, it's flyin' off Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, stupid? We out of here, baby, yeah, I'm signin' off Boy, let's go Whole different breed, you know? My life a whole different degree, you know? Tryna flip me a BMO, no wonder I'm capital P, you know? Wonder what side of the deal was cold Me and Tone in a Caprice, you know? We had to print out the CDs and plant all the seeds And just roll up our sleeves, you know? Understand, niggas came straight out the concrete It wasn't no beach with the breeze, you know? (Straight up) Mobbin' like 'Pone, capeesh, you know? 'Cause niggas need more than a piece, lil' ho (god) Took a long way to the top (top) Y'all too worried 'bout a fast track (swerve) Face all on the front page, I don't give a fuck about no backlash I been backstabbed and laughed at We gon' see who get the fuckin' last laugh And we doin' more numbers than— (what?) Still doin' more numbers than hashtags Yeah, big business with a fat staff In the crib alone, having flashbacks Like, I really sacrificed it all (what?) Fuck it, I wanted it that bad, nigga B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (gets) Run it up like my crib at the top of the hill Really though, that's 'cause it is (it is) Quit being so sensitive and takin' it personal, baby, it's biz (Gunna Wunna) I cut they ass off, but fuck it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is Fuck all that shit, let's get back to the business I run up them racks independent (Young Gunna Wunna) Stack them racks next to the fan on the ceiling I can go blow me a million (go blow me a million) Jump off the P, I can ball in Detroit like I'm playin' the Pistons (playin' the Piston) No time to wait, I'ma hit in this Scat', hope they payin' attention They try turn their back on the realest Ain't work, what the word on me now when you fearless? Niggas all hype, need some realies My competition are like all of my children (like all of my children) Me like the top I can fuck, but can't wife, but it's up when we linkin' (it's up) Young Gunna on the mic and I twinkle a lot of ice Niggas know they can't see me (know they can't see me) Saint Laurent lens, want a light light bright, can't nobody dim it (nobody) Pull up big body Benz, me and my twin, and it's fuck all the critics (fuck all you critics) Young ain't my kin, you ain't my type You like one of the gimmicks (like one of the gimmicks, Ah) Pretty lil' bitch, stop at red light while I play with her kitty B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (gets) Run it up like my crib at the top of the hill Really though, that's 'cause it is (it is) Quit being so sensitive and takin' it personal, baby, it's biz (biz) I cut they ass off, but fuck it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is (it is) It is, yeah It is what it is It is Fuck it, it is what it is