This personal Huh, this shit business and personal Shit that I been through (tuh) Bitches would've been begging me to switch shoes Mama ain't know how we was gon' eat Back in 98', same kid made sure the whole family ate (whew) 'Cause this personal (yeah) Business and Personal Mind, body, and spirit, I've been in a good place May said she found 10K Told her: Keep it, have a good day Fans said they miss the old me, but I wouldn't be here with my old ways Tried to put me on Front Street, now they gotta see me on the front page I ain't even tryna compete, I get compared, I don't complain Bitches thought I would've died off, if I did, it would be of old age Pretty face and a slim waist, niggas on my bumber like road rage Walking Magic City, but this ain't the type of rain bitches want to go away Rap bitches putting singles out, shit ain't even hittin' like my throwaways 500, that's a show away Fast money on a slower day I get in the booth singing like SZA, fuck around be a note away I put on this vintage Rolex, that's the only thing with an older face (tuh) Y'all bitches gotta chill on the hate 'Cause it's only putting gas in the tank Big Mama, bitch, your ass getting spanked That bitch at the end of the day, made bank, that the Benz of the day Car seat, got a kid on the way (kid on the way) This personal (skrrt) Huh, this shit business and personal Shit that I been through (tuh) Bitches would've been begging me to switch shoes Mama ain't know how we was gon' eat Back in 98', same kid made sure the whole family ate (whew) 'Cause this personal (yeah) Business and Personal Aye this baby ain't slowing shit down but the horsepower Had to get the Rolls' and put the Lambs' up for a while Still steppin' on shit like somebody ain't picking up dog piles Yeah, you know These bitches hating, wish that they was living in my skin I'm in a multi-million dollar crib playing Sims I'm backing out the Barbies, trying not to scrape the rims Big Mama John Deere, bitch, I'm comes through trim (skrrt, skrrt) 10 bodyguards, I'm a mothafuckin' star Bitch, it ain't no bumping me unless it's caviar I've been getting thicker like my nigga adding starch I'm jumping off of boats with my hoes 'cause we the sharks Yeah, richest out of [?] Only thing alfredo is my pussy when I sex Wafi picked it out his nose and put it on my neck I got Bentley seats massaging me in traffic while I text I got OCD, please, miss me with the mess Every birthday I'm on an island via jet I got money too, so I barely ever ask, but if I do, he like [?] He known for saying yes 5 racks on, Balenci' sweats, tryna hide my belly (ha) I ain't trick or treatin' when I'm putting on this skelly (mmph) Bitches beef me, it's wraps 'cause they ain't fucking ready I don' made more honey buns than ho lil Debbie They call me Big Mama, like a fat bitch Oh they think Crodie wrote it (phef) well that's a compliment I brush my teeth twice (and do), 'cause I be talking shit (and do) Like fuck a hater, red light barely stopping this (bitch) Niggas want to get behind it like the cops in this bitch (bitch) Paetron of the new clothes when I shop in this bitch (bitch) Michael made 'em open up like a mosh in this bitch (bitch) I'm so mothafuckin' fine, he never soft in this bitch (bitch) Augh, Brooke the tallest fine shit that's touched the 'net since Angel Swear my mama snap twice, like she ain't get the angle I'm going in with nun' but some water, and prenatals Still making shit shape with no help from the label Me and Kayla split bread like a fucking bagel Got my man sending wires like he's doing cable Know how to talk to his baby, thank you, Ms. Rachel Yeah, they gon' hate this MVP like S-G-A, I swear, I can't miss (swish) Ain't body touching me but TSA, bitch They waitin' on Big Mama to drop like GTA 6