Bizzy

Yeah, you know I been talking my shit (Turn that shit up, 2aab)

Ooh, uh, twizzy

You already know that shit dope

You know I was talking 'bout my twizzies

What's a new word? Got to think 'bout something different (Twizzy)

Bitch and a thot, call that bitch my bizzy

Uh-uh (Bitch, know what I'm talkin' bout)

Might fuck your bizzy

Call that bitch my bitch (Hey, hey)

Might fuck your bizzy (Uh-huh)

Yeah, I'm with my bitch, I call her my bizzy (Uh-huh)

When I'm with my twin, I call him my twizzy (Let's go)

I can't talk right now, lil' bitch, I'm busy

Oxy with that lean, boy, I might crash out

Livin' like I been dead person for some years

Better bring the casket (Yeah)

I got me some new Celine with some rings

Diamonds in the basket (Yeah)

Same bitch want bands, suckin' on the team

How the fuck you beggin'? (Ooh)

You ain't never had no racks, never had a bag

How the fuck you braggin'?

Rockin' a Teflon tee, rockin' a mink coat G

I got twenty-five thousand, seen him copying this shit, OD

She gon' watch me count it before she spread that shit for me

I ain't even speak no language, money counters all I speak

That bitch say I was her favorite, yeah that bitch head just for me

I remember back when I was broke

I couldn't even afford no expensive tee

Regardless I get to that cheese (Racks)

Finna go cop me a Bugatti, I can go faster than all the police

I'm buying that mansion cash, no, I don't feel like paying no lease

Man, this shit going way too fast

But that's good enough for me (Yeah)

Yeah, she trendy she like fast cars, she like living large

We got plenty, don't care bout no penny

My money gon' stack to mars

Call her my head 'cause she gon' throw that head

Like she work at a college

She got a PhD from me

That please don't hate me I'll give you that knowledge

Give me the noggin

I'm on this Oxy, I'm nodding

I'm in the stu' with all of my twins

And we ain't go to sleep until the morning

I ain't talk to nobody cause everyone else to me is really so boring

I just copped the flight, I'm in New York

I'm at the Helmut Lang store (Let's go)

You care about them followers, boy you got it backwards

Get that money, stack it up until it come back with a half more

It's some secrets to this shit but I can't tell you the password

Yeah, ever since I got this bread the bitches, they turn to whores

Bizzy (Uh-huh)

Yeah, I'm with my bitch, I call her my bizzy (Uh-huh)

When I'm with my twin, I call him my twizzy (Let's go)

I can't talk right now, lil' bitch, I'm busy

Oxy with that lean, boy, I might crash out

Livin' like I been dead person for some years

Better bring the casket (Yeah)

I got me some new Celine with some rings

Diamonds in the basket

Same bitch want bands, suckin' on the team

How the fuck you beggin'? (Ooh)

You ain't never had no racks, never had a bag

How the fuck you braggin'?