Chill Will - Calculator lyrics

[Verse 1] I'mma tell you know Chill Will all business Smoked so many blunts now I'm short winded Served so many n***as 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 f** up outta my business I walk up in this b**h 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 [Chorus] Now this the type of sh** dope boys like This the type of sh** bad hoes like This the type of sh** the rich n***as like This the type of sh** the bad b**hes like [Verse 2] I can do this sh** with no problem Old broke a** n***a 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 s** 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 n***a real life [Chorus]