[Intro]
Told 'em business is business
Fuck what you talkin’, just give me the digits
On God, wow
I put that on my baba, my old ma, my tribe, all them n***as
Yeah
Huh

[Pre-Chorus]
Momma, they told me that I wouldn't make it, but look at me now, woo
Baba, they told me that I'll be the greatest, ain’t too much around, uh
I been outside all summer, tryna grind all summer 'cause the mula won't make it
I been with the tribe all summer, can't divide, gotta make it multiply, gotta bring back

[Chorus]
Bukoo (Bukoo)
I put my hand in that fufu (Fufu)
I put my hand in that fufu (Fufu)
I gotta bring back Bukoo (Bring it home, home)
Bukoo (Bukoo)
I put my hand in that fufu (Fufu)
I put my hand in that fufu (Fufu)
I gotta bring back Bukoo

[Verse]
When I stand on stage, hope your hand is raised
Ain't from Atlanta but you know I'm from the land of the brave
Troubled, stubborn, rebuttal let a man bеhave
Chasin' cake on my plate, 'til I’m Anniе Mae
Excuse my French, Wu Tang, Crème Brûlée
Before the rise, many men, had to amputate
I’m animal, Lion, can't withstand the cage
I’m from the jungle where these pussies can't relate, okay
Rise in the East with the sun
I am one with the solar beam straight out the gun
At the bottom, it's dark but I cannot succumb
I'm the light, I’m the spark on the strain on the blunt, uh, uh
Momma your boaboa like bluffin' bidness
Free the gang out the chain, I don't cuff no bitches
Pot now boilin', I'm tryna bring up the village
Runnin' up the digits, tell 'em, "Give me the cash, cash, cash, cash"
Tell 'em, "Give me the cash, cash, cash, cash"
Momma your boaboa like bluffin' bidness
When your general troops gonna clutch the pistol
Fuck the system, fuck forgiveness
It's vendetta, they'll never destruct the mission like
[Pre-Chorus]
Momma, they told me that I wouldn't make it, but look at me now (Look at me now), woo
Baba, they told me that I'll be the greatest, ain't too much around (Too much around), uh, uh
I been outside all summer, tryna grind all summer 'cause the mula won't make it
I been with the tribe all summer, can't divide, gotta make it multiply, gotta bring back

[Chorus]
Bukoo (Bukoo)
I put my hand in that fufu (Fufu)
I put my hand in that fufu (Fufu)
I gotta bring back Bukoo (Bring it home, home)
Bukoo (Bukoo)
I put my hand in that fufu (Fufu)
I put my hand in that fufu (Fufu)
I gotta bring back Bukoo