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It Is What It Is Video (MV)




Performed By: Big Sean
Featuring: Gunna
From Album: Better Me Than You
Genre(s): Hip Hop, R&B
Language: English
Length: 3:24
Written by: Chandler A. Great, Omar Perrin, Sean Anderson, Sergio Kitchens
Released: August 30th, 2024
Year: 2024




Big Sean - It Is What It Is Lyrics
Official




[ Featuring Gunna ]

Yeah
It is
Whoa (whoa, whoa)
And I'm 'bout to get an IV, so
Let me knock this out real quick
(Run it back, Turbo)
Yep (whoa)
B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (gets)
Runnn' 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 f*ck it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is
Run that shit back, Turbo (ayy, whoa, yeah)
Let's go, let's go
It's simple, but it ain't easy
Whoa, whoa, I got it figured out, whoa
(Run it back, Turbo)

F*ck all that hatin', that shit a disease and they dyin' off (whoa)
I got a goddess that just hopped up out of the pool and she never dryin' off
Cheffed up the product, I put that bitch right on the shelf and hell yeah, it's flyin' off
F*ck is you talkin' 'bout, stupid? We out of here, baby, yeah, I'm signin' off
Boy, let's go
Whole different breed, you know? My life a whole different degree, you know?
Tryna flip me a B-M-O, no wonder I'm capital P, you know?
Wonder what side of the deal was cold
Me and Tone, and Caprice, you know?
We had to print out 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 the breeze, you know? (Straight up)
Mobbin' like 'Pone, capeesh, you know?
'Cause niggas need more than a piece, lil' ho (God)
Took a long way to the top (top)
Y'all too worried 'bout a fast track (swerve)
Face all on the front page, I don't give a f*ck about no backlash
I been backstabbed and laughed at
We gon' see who get the f*ckin' 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, having flashbacks
Like, I really sacrificed it all (what?)
F*ck it, I wanted it that bad, nigga

B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (gets)
Runnin' 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 f*ck it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is

F*ck all that shit, let's get back to the business
I ran 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 it and skate, hope they payin' attention
They tried turn their back on the realest, it worked, now (?)
Niggas all hype, need some realest
My competition are like all of my children (like all of my children)
You like the type I can f*ck, but can't wife, but it's up when we linkin' (it's up)
Young Gunna on the mic and I took all the ice
Niggas know they can't see me (know they can't see me)
Saint Laurent lens, Wunna light bright, can't nobody dim it (nobody)
Pull up, big body Benz, me and my twin, and it's f*ck all the critics (f*ck all the critics)
Me and my kin, you ain't my type, you like one of the gimmicks (like one of the gimmicks)
Ah, pretty little bitch, stopped at the light, I played with her kitty

B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (gets)
Runnin' 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 f*ck it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is (it is)

It is, yeah
It is what it is
It is
F*ck it, it is what it is
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Yeah
It is
Whoa (whoa, whoa)
And I'm 'bout to get an IV, so
Let me knock this out real quick
(Run it back, Turbo)
Yep (whoa)
B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (gets)
Runnn' 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 f*ck it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is
Run that shit back, Turbo (ayy, whoa, yeah)
Let's go, let's go
It's simple, but it ain't easy
Whoa, whoa, I got it figured out, whoa
(Run it back, Turbo)

F*ck all that hatin', that shit a disease and they dyin' off (whoa)
I got a goddess that just hopped up out of the pool and she never dryin' off
Cheffed up the product, I put that bitch right on the shelf and hell yeah, it's flyin' off
F*ck is you talkin' 'bout, stupid? We out of here, baby, yeah, I'm signin' off
Boy, let's go
Whole different breed, you know? My life a whole different degree, you know?
Tryna flip me a B-M-O, no wonder I'm capital P, you know?
Wonder what side of the deal was cold
Me and Tone, and Caprice, you know?
We had to print out 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 the breeze, you know? (Straight up)
Mobbin' like 'Pone, capeesh, you know?
'Cause niggas need more than a piece, lil' ho (God)
Took a long way to the top (top)
Y'all too worried 'bout a fast track (swerve)
Face all on the front page, I don't give a f*ck about no backlash
I been backstabbed and laughed at
We gon' see who get the f*ckin' 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, having flashbacks
Like, I really sacrificed it all (what?)
F*ck it, I wanted it that bad, nigga

B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (gets)
Runnin' 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 f*ck it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is

F*ck all that shit, let's get back to the business
I ran 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 it and skate, hope they payin' attention
They tried turn their back on the realest, it worked, now (?)
Niggas all hype, need some realest
My competition are like all of my children (like all of my children)
You like the type I can f*ck, but can't wife, but it's up when we linkin' (it's up)
Young Gunna on the mic and I took all the ice
Niggas know they can't see me (know they can't see me)
Saint Laurent lens, Wunna light bright, can't nobody dim it (nobody)
Pull up, big body Benz, me and my twin, and it's f*ck all the critics (f*ck all the critics)
Me and my kin, you ain't my type, you like one of the gimmicks (like one of the gimmicks)
Ah, pretty little bitch, stopped at the light, I played with her kitty

B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (gets)
Runnin' 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 f*ck it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is (it is)

It is, yeah
It is what it is
It is
F*ck it, it is what it is
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Writer: Chandler A. Great, Omar Perrin, Sean Anderson, Sergio Kitchens
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