If you need me, you can't call me I stay busy makin' money You know what is on my mind All I think about is hunnids I stay busy (bzz!) workin' on me I stay busy with my business, homie I already hit her when you left her lonely She is not the type that likes to take things slowly Slowly, my mouth is goin' off, I don't know patience I got a chance, then my niggas got it too like it's contagious I see the future when I get wavy (Wavy God!) But I couldn't picture bein' Champagne  When I would buy that shit and save it for the right occasion I couldn't picture changes when I was with Ms. Craten That lady hates me Couldn't picture wifin' Braden  When I was pumpin' gas on road trips to go from Cincinnati on to Dayton I couldn't gauge it I wanna thank God for workin' way harder than Satan He's playin' favorites, it feels amazin'