Out My Business
Fuck on my bae, pack my suitcase
I'm finna hit the road
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Uh, yeah (oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Fuck on my bae, pack my suitcase, I'm finna hit the road
Jump off the plane straight to the stage, I go collect my dough
Back to that bottom, stackin' guala with my main niggas
Bought my house on top of the hill, but my heart in them trenches
Bitches be 30, 40 years old, still in my business
They quick to talk about the shit that they'd be doing different
Three years ago, I was a joke, they ain't wan' take me serious
Now they be mad 'cause they see we went from rags to riches
Can't leave the house without my glizzy, niggas out to get me
Before I get caught up without it, I get caught up with it
My ho the sickest, so I turned her to my baby mama
Want her position, so they quick to confront her with drama
Niggas do all that talking and typing like it's a problem
Since it's a problem, I'll call up Jigga, we bought up choppers
Lil' Chris a shotta, he'll do a hit in Balenciagas
Yeah, that's the one, boy, he gon' get it done, boy
Now let's take a trip, we all in DC at the MGM
Buyin' Gucci and MCM, steak, potatoes, and scampi shrimp
Top floor, ain't a hater near, surrounded by my dawgs
Like they don't want us to ball, y'all, they want to see us fall
They don't like it, but they gon' respect it
Get up off your ass, get a check
'Member when them bitches used to laugh at me
Time pass by, now they mad at me
They don't have a story, they'll make one
I just stay up in my lane, chasin' paper
They say them niggas young, wild, and ignorant
I don't know you, you don't know me, stay out my business, bitch
Yeah, yeah
Stay out my business, bitch
Yeah, yeah
Stay out my business, bitch
Yeah, quit all that hatin' shit
Quit all that fakin' shit
Yeah, yeah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hold on, uh
They don't like it but they gon' respect it
Get up off your ass, get a check, uh
'Member when them bitches used to laugh at me
Time pass by, now they mad at me
They don't have a story, they'll make one
I just stay up in my lane, chasin' paper, uh
They say them niggas young, wild, and ignorant
I don't know you, you don't know me, stay out my business, bitch
Yeah, yeah
Stay out my business, bitch
Yeah, yeah
Stay out my business, bitch, uh
Quit with all that hatin' shit
Quit all that fakin' shit (bitch ass)
Stay out my business, bitch
What up? Hah, what up?
Nah, for real, what up?
I'm finna hit the road
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Uh, yeah (oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Fuck on my bae, pack my suitcase, I'm finna hit the road
Jump off the plane straight to the stage, I go collect my dough
Back to that bottom, stackin' guala with my main niggas
Bought my house on top of the hill, but my heart in them trenches
Bitches be 30, 40 years old, still in my business
They quick to talk about the shit that they'd be doing different
Three years ago, I was a joke, they ain't wan' take me serious
Now they be mad 'cause they see we went from rags to riches
Can't leave the house without my glizzy, niggas out to get me
Before I get caught up without it, I get caught up with it
My ho the sickest, so I turned her to my baby mama
Want her position, so they quick to confront her with drama
Niggas do all that talking and typing like it's a problem
Since it's a problem, I'll call up Jigga, we bought up choppers
Lil' Chris a shotta, he'll do a hit in Balenciagas
Yeah, that's the one, boy, he gon' get it done, boy
Now let's take a trip, we all in DC at the MGM
Buyin' Gucci and MCM, steak, potatoes, and scampi shrimp
Top floor, ain't a hater near, surrounded by my dawgs
Like they don't want us to ball, y'all, they want to see us fall
They don't like it, but they gon' respect it
Get up off your ass, get a check
'Member when them bitches used to laugh at me
Time pass by, now they mad at me
They don't have a story, they'll make one
I just stay up in my lane, chasin' paper
They say them niggas young, wild, and ignorant
I don't know you, you don't know me, stay out my business, bitch
Yeah, yeah
Stay out my business, bitch
Yeah, yeah
Stay out my business, bitch
Yeah, quit all that hatin' shit
Quit all that fakin' shit
Yeah, yeah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hold on, uh
They don't like it but they gon' respect it
Get up off your ass, get a check, uh
'Member when them bitches used to laugh at me
Time pass by, now they mad at me
They don't have a story, they'll make one
I just stay up in my lane, chasin' paper, uh
They say them niggas young, wild, and ignorant
I don't know you, you don't know me, stay out my business, bitch
Yeah, yeah
Stay out my business, bitch
Yeah, yeah
Stay out my business, bitch, uh
Quit with all that hatin' shit
Quit all that fakin' shit (bitch ass)
Stay out my business, bitch
What up? Hah, what up?
Nah, for real, what up?
Credits
Writer(s): Tahj Morgan, Jonathan Gaboff, Rodarius M Green, Thomas Horton
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