It Is What It Is

Lyrics

[Intro: Big Sean] Yeah It is Woah (Woah, woah) And I'm 'bout to get an IV, so Let me knock this out real quick (Mhmm) (Run it back, Turbo) Yep (Woah) B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (Gets) Run it up like my crib at the top of the hill Really though, that's 'cause it is (It is) Quit being so sensitive and takin' it personal, baby, it's biz (What?) I cut they ass off, but fuck it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is Run that shit back, Turbo (Ayy, woah, yeah) Let's go, let's go It's simple, but it ain't easy Woah, woah, I got it figured out, woah (Run it back, Turbo) [Verse 1: Big Sean] Fuck all that hatin', that shit a disease and they dyin' off (Woah, woah) I got a goddess that just hopped up out of the pool and she never dryin' off Chef up the product, I put that bitch right on the shelf and hell ya, it's flyin' off Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, stupid? We out hеre, baby, yeah, I'm signin' off Boy, let's go Wholе different breed, you know? My life a whole different degree, you know? Trying to flip me a BMO, no wonder I'm capital PNO On the west side of the D it was cold Me and Tone in a Caprice, you know? We had to print out all the CDs and plant all the seeds, and just roll up our sleeves, you know? Understand, niggas came straight out the concrete, it wasn't no beach with no breeze, you know? (Straight up) Mobbin like 'Pone, capeesh, you know? 'Cause niggas need more than a piece, lil' hoe (God) Took too long to the top (Top) Y'all too worried 'bout a fast track (Swerve) Face all on the front page, I don't give a fuck about no backlash I been backstabbed and laughed at We gon' see who gets the fuckin' last laugh And we doin' more number than— (What?) Still doin' more numbers than hashtags Yeah, big business with a fat staff In the crib alone, having flashbacks Like, I really sacrificed it all (What?) Fuck it, I wanted it that bad, nigga [Chorus: Big Sean & Gunna] B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (Gets) Run it up like my crib at the top of the hill Really though, that's 'cause it is (It is) Quit being so sensitive and takin' it personal, baby, it's biz (GunWunna) I cut they ass off, but fuck it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is [Verse 2: Gunna] Fuck all that shit, let's get back to the business I run up them racks independent (Young Gunna Wunna) Stack them racks next to the fan on the ceiling I can go blow me a million (Go blow me a million) Jump off the P, I can ball in Detroit like I'm playin' the Pistons (Playin' the Piston) No time to wait, I'ma hit in this Scat, hope they payin' attention They try turn their back on the realest Ain't work, what the word on me now when you fearless? Niggas all hype, need some real ones, my competition are like all of my children (Like all of my children) Me like the top I can fuck, but can't wife, but it's up when we linkin' (It's up) Young Gunna on the mic and I twinkle a lot of ice, niggas know they can't see me (Know they can't see me) Saint Laurent lens, want a light bright, can't nobody dim it (Pull up, Nobody) Big body Benz, me and my twin, and it's fuck all the critics (Fuck all you critics) Youn ain't my kin, you ain't my type, you like one of the gimmicks (Like one of the gimmicks, Ah) Pretty lil' bitch, stop at red light while I play with her kitty [Chorus: Big Sean & Gunna] B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (Gets) Run it up like my crib at the top of the hill Really though, that's 'cause it is (It is) Quit being so sensitive and takin' it personal, baby, it's biz (Biz) I cut they ass off, but fuck it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is (It is) [Outro: Big Sean] It is, yeah It is what it is It is Fuck it, it is what it is