Business
What the fuck you mad for, mad for
What the fuck you mad for, mad for
What the fuck you mad for
This is what you asked for
I guess I'm just a bad dog
I'll take my business back home
So what the fuck you mad for
Your mood like my wallet, so poor
You went out the back door
This is what you asked for
You wish you were able to handle this business
I was born for the business
I own the studio put down blue faces in cash and on credit
Light up candles, blowing them out for the wishes
It ain't my birthday, but I want them cards for the profit
Collecting some extra while paying of debt
On my way to the riches
I repeat myself, I said I repeat myself
Just incase you missed it
Too many bitches talking Ms Miss 'n Mrs
Eyes came green when I smoke the weed
You're talking to a face of Christmas
Ain't nobody gonna change this vision
I ain't tryna play no villain
I'm just tryna make it through the day straight chilling
You ain't gotta stay if you ain't willing
What the fuck you mad for
This is what you asked for
I guess I'm just a bad dog
I'll take my business back home
So what the fuck you mad for
Your mood like my wallet, so poor
You went out the back door
This is what you asked for
What the fuck you mad for
This is what you asked for
I guess I'm just a bad dog
I'll take my business back home
So what the fuck you mad for
Your mood like my wallet, so poor
You went out the back door
This is what you asked for
I get no audio
I'm left speechless nothing but awe comes out
I thought I found my sound, but awe y'know
I fought around with this for years
I'm still ~ oh so close
Grab a glass let's all pour
I got cash flow again
All the dogs came back home in the end
I took the game over your head
I'm in the first place that I began
Nah, it ain't so bad
I can draw freely 'cause now the board is blank
Next time you see me I'll toss you a forty stack
Cause by that point I could afford the bank
What the fuck you mad for
This is what you asked for
I guess I'm just a bad dog
I'll take my business back home
So what the fuck you mad for
Your mood like my wallet, so poor
You went out the back door
This is what you asked for
What the fuck you mad for
This is what you asked for
I guess I'm just a bad dog
I'll take my business back home
So what the fuck you mad for
Your mood like my wallet, so poor
You went out the back door
This is what you asked for
What the fuck you mad for, mad for
What the fuck you mad for
This is what you asked for
I guess I'm just a bad dog
I'll take my business back home
So what the fuck you mad for
Your mood like my wallet, so poor
You went out the back door
This is what you asked for
You wish you were able to handle this business
I was born for the business
I own the studio put down blue faces in cash and on credit
Light up candles, blowing them out for the wishes
It ain't my birthday, but I want them cards for the profit
Collecting some extra while paying of debt
On my way to the riches
I repeat myself, I said I repeat myself
Just incase you missed it
Too many bitches talking Ms Miss 'n Mrs
Eyes came green when I smoke the weed
You're talking to a face of Christmas
Ain't nobody gonna change this vision
I ain't tryna play no villain
I'm just tryna make it through the day straight chilling
You ain't gotta stay if you ain't willing
What the fuck you mad for
This is what you asked for
I guess I'm just a bad dog
I'll take my business back home
So what the fuck you mad for
Your mood like my wallet, so poor
You went out the back door
This is what you asked for
What the fuck you mad for
This is what you asked for
I guess I'm just a bad dog
I'll take my business back home
So what the fuck you mad for
Your mood like my wallet, so poor
You went out the back door
This is what you asked for
I get no audio
I'm left speechless nothing but awe comes out
I thought I found my sound, but awe y'know
I fought around with this for years
I'm still ~ oh so close
Grab a glass let's all pour
I got cash flow again
All the dogs came back home in the end
I took the game over your head
I'm in the first place that I began
Nah, it ain't so bad
I can draw freely 'cause now the board is blank
Next time you see me I'll toss you a forty stack
Cause by that point I could afford the bank
What the fuck you mad for
This is what you asked for
I guess I'm just a bad dog
I'll take my business back home
So what the fuck you mad for
Your mood like my wallet, so poor
You went out the back door
This is what you asked for
What the fuck you mad for
This is what you asked for
I guess I'm just a bad dog
I'll take my business back home
So what the fuck you mad for
Your mood like my wallet, so poor
You went out the back door
This is what you asked for
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Writer(s): Brett Goodman
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