It Is What It Is lyrics - Big Sean & Gunna

And I'm about to get an IV, so

Let me knock this out real quick

Yeah, whoa

B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you saying, my baby? This big as it gets (Gets)

Running 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 taking 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!

Let's go, let's go

It's simple, but it ain't easy (Whoa, whoa)

I got it figured out (Whoa)

Run that back, Turbo!

Fuck all that hatin', that shit a disease and they dyin' off

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 yeah, it's flyin' off

Fuck is you talkin' about, stupid? We outta here, baby, yeah, I'm signing off

Boy, let's go

Whole different breed, you know

My life a whole different degree, you know

Tryin' 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 nigga came straight out the concrete

It wasn't no beach with a breeze, you know

Mobbin' like Paul, capeesh, you know

'Cause nigga need more than a piece, lil' ho (God)

Took a 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 get the fuckin' last laugh

And we doin' more numbers than- (What?)

Still doin' more numbers than hashtags

Yeah, big business with a fat staff

In the crib alone, havin' flashbacks

Like I really sacrificed it all

Fuck it, I wanted it that bad, nigga

B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you saying, my baby? This big as it gets

Running 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 taking it personal, baby, it's biz

I cut they ass off, but fuck it though, cut me a check, ho

It is what it is

Fuck all that shit, let's get back to the business, I run up them racks independent

Stack them racks next to the fan on the ceiling, I can go blow me a million

Jump off the P, I can ball in Detroit like I play on the Pistons

No time to wait, I'm a hit in this 'Cat, hope they payin' attention

They try turn their back on the realists, ain't work with the world, ain't mean nothin' you ain't feel us

Nigga all hype, we some villains, my competition are like all of my children

Me like the top, I can fuck but can't wife, but it's up when we linkin'

Young Gunna on the mic and I twinkle a lot of ice, nigga know they can't see me

Saint Laurent lens, want a light bright, can't nobody dim it

Big body Benz, me and my twin and it's fuck all the critics

You ain't my kin, you ain't my type, you like one of the gimmicks

Pretty lil' bitch, stop at red light, I play with her kitty

B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you saying, my baby? This big as it gets

Running 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 taking it personal, baby, it's biz

I cut they ass off, but fuck it though, cut me a check, ho

It is what it is (It is)

It is, yeah

It is what it is

It is

Fuck it, it is what it is