Bigger Business
Bitch I'm on, said bitch I'm on, bitch I'm on
Bytch I'm on bigger bidness if I show you niggas
How I'm living please don't tell the judge that's a bigger sentence
Got some model bytches from the gram pullin down my pants
They just wanna lick it
Niggas actin like they been my mans holding out they hands
All they hear from me is crickets
Please don't hit me if it ain't about a money mission
I ain't trynna listen out here trynna get it
Niggas ain't really wit it show me how you livin
I remember home invasions, b&e's and slanging weed that was the way for me
Ya shorty on payroll she actin skeptical had to persuade the bytch
Knew some rats tried to jam me up back in the trap so I had to evade the shyt
Wish a nigga would come frunt on the demons we stay wit it
Yea that boy act like a kid but don't play wit em
Why would I FaceTime with my opps I got nothing to say to them
Rather slide on they block with the 40 and aim at em
He gon walk a straight line to the cops
Once he see a body drop from the glock shot shot shots
Who diss on my dick another opp thot, he think she love him bout to twist up the plot
My wrist so efficient I whip up the pot, pick up the drop
Count the money then I got another call i head to the spot
No attention for these goofy niggas clocking zero figures think he lit but he not
Walk with a limp kuzz it's knots in my pocket baby come here this pimpin got prophet
Take one look you can see that I got it, just hit the bank and made another deposit
Can't play with me boy you too childish
Soning niggas made his bitch call me Papi
Heard you got the money kopy, my niggas do capitol one asking what's in your wallet
I'm drippin like a plate of pasta did this by myself
I don't need a sponsor for nada kuzz bytch I'm on bigger bidness
If I show you niggas how I'm living please don't tell the judge, that's a bigger sentence
Got some model bitches from the gram pulling down my pants, they just wanna lick it
Niggas acting like they been my man's holding out they hands
All the hear from me is, all they hear from me is
Please don't hit me if it ain't about a money mission, all they hear from me is
Please don't hit me if you niggas ain't really wit it, all they hear from me is
Please don't hit me if you niggas ain't trynna get it
on a money mission bitch my body different
Show me how you living, show me how you living
Bytch I'm on bigger bidness if I show you niggas
How I'm living please don't tell the judge that's a bigger sentence
Got some model bytches from the gram pullin down my pants
They just wanna lick it
Niggas actin like they been my mans holding out they hands
All they hear from me is crickets
Please don't hit me if it ain't about a money mission
I ain't trynna listen out here trynna get it
Niggas ain't really wit it show me how you livin
I remember home invasions, b&e's and slanging weed that was the way for me
Ya shorty on payroll she actin skeptical had to persuade the bytch
Knew some rats tried to jam me up back in the trap so I had to evade the shyt
Wish a nigga would come frunt on the demons we stay wit it
Yea that boy act like a kid but don't play wit em
Why would I FaceTime with my opps I got nothing to say to them
Rather slide on they block with the 40 and aim at em
He gon walk a straight line to the cops
Once he see a body drop from the glock shot shot shots
Who diss on my dick another opp thot, he think she love him bout to twist up the plot
My wrist so efficient I whip up the pot, pick up the drop
Count the money then I got another call i head to the spot
No attention for these goofy niggas clocking zero figures think he lit but he not
Walk with a limp kuzz it's knots in my pocket baby come here this pimpin got prophet
Take one look you can see that I got it, just hit the bank and made another deposit
Can't play with me boy you too childish
Soning niggas made his bitch call me Papi
Heard you got the money kopy, my niggas do capitol one asking what's in your wallet
I'm drippin like a plate of pasta did this by myself
I don't need a sponsor for nada kuzz bytch I'm on bigger bidness
If I show you niggas how I'm living please don't tell the judge, that's a bigger sentence
Got some model bitches from the gram pulling down my pants, they just wanna lick it
Niggas acting like they been my man's holding out they hands
All the hear from me is, all they hear from me is
Please don't hit me if it ain't about a money mission, all they hear from me is
Please don't hit me if you niggas ain't really wit it, all they hear from me is
Please don't hit me if you niggas ain't trynna get it
on a money mission bitch my body different
Show me how you living, show me how you living
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Writer(s): Dominick Etienne
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