Artist: Lil B Album: 05 Fuck Em (Mixtape) Song: Simple Math Typed by: AZ Lyrics 05 Fuck Em, man, this Lil B season man I'm turnin' up the game, you feel me? Yeah, I'm goin' platinum and all that shit, you know what I'm sayin' Ay, fuck these niggas man Go hard on these niggas Black 4-5, guess what that's a nine I know my math, I stay tucked all the time You see my calculator, them bullets just fly Them numbers add up, you dudes sweet as pie I'm a just divide, choppers make 'em fly Choppers say, my choppers say you a liar Understand, I'm just a business man And I'm the business man Stop takin' chances, I hit 'em with the K Make 'em say "aye", I'm justin' seein' O's I just push P's mind's on the E ABC's, different color coupes, next summer they turn green Pussy ass niggas get hit with the beam You never use a gun, you're like Bruce Lee When I come up, it's somethin' like a dream The bitches fuck sweet, my swag in the dreams All a nigga know, hustle hard 'til I pop I'm a fuck the bitches and I'm a celebrate Niggas gon' hate cause I'm pushin' Maybach Chopper in the basket, cause jackers gon' watch me Niggas get caught up cause niggas act sloppy I used to be sloppy, now I toned it down Lost a lot of weight cause I smoke and I push Bitches got problems, I got emotions My stuff important, 05 Fuck Em At the top of the penthouse, stupid bitch cash out Niggas hate me cause your ho wanna cash out I need any ho, I want the fast route Rich nigga and I'm thuggin' too Shout out to the Bay, California what it do? I'm knockin' niggas out they shoes I wear that fake shit cause I'm not rich like you, bitch I'm still doin' it And I'm a keep doin' it, you feel me You gotta get real rich in it, I'm just tryin' to get real wealthy You understand, that's all, Based God nigga 2014, we fuckin' 'em bad, let's go