I’mma tell you know Chill Will all business
Smoked so many blunts now I’m short winded
Served so many niggas 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 niggas like
This the type of shit the bad bitches like
I can do this shit with no problem
Old broke ass nigga 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 nigga real life