Calculator Lyrics - Brava - Brodinski

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 

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 

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