All About My Business (ABMB)
So much dough on the floor, better get it up
Run it up until you doing fine
So much smoke and I know we finna send it up
I don't see no point in wasting time
All about my business, caught up in my thoughts
Riding around with it on me, praying I don't get caught
Always on my pivot and I don't like to talk
I know niggas spying on me, praying I get chalked
Big blunt full of shh, can't tell you who I put in here
This shit that I smoke come with a cost
You can't come around the trap no more, cause you ain't good in here
We already know you played the cross
So much smoke, so much money on the floor
I'm trying to run it up
I don't know who gon' ride no more, but I know I'ma send a hundred up
And I don't play bout respect, I don't play bout my family
I don't play bout my check, you gon' die trying to scam me
When we slide make a mess, trying to slide to the Grammy's
Thought about sliming the rest, got that fire on me handy
So much dough on the floor, better get it up
Run it up until you doing fine
So much smoke and I know we finna send it up
I don't see no point in wasting time
All about my business, caught up in my thoughts
Riding around with it on me, praying I don't get caught
Always on my pivot and I don't like to talk
I know niggas spying on me, praying I get chalked
Run it up until you doing fine
So much smoke and I know we finna send it up
I don't see no point in wasting time
All about my business, caught up in my thoughts
Riding around with it on me, praying I don't get caught
Always on my pivot and I don't like to talk
I know niggas spying on me, praying I get chalked
Big blunt full of shh, can't tell you who I put in here
This shit that I smoke come with a cost
You can't come around the trap no more, cause you ain't good in here
We already know you played the cross
So much smoke, so much money on the floor
I'm trying to run it up
I don't know who gon' ride no more, but I know I'ma send a hundred up
And I don't play bout respect, I don't play bout my family
I don't play bout my check, you gon' die trying to scam me
When we slide make a mess, trying to slide to the Grammy's
Thought about sliming the rest, got that fire on me handy
So much dough on the floor, better get it up
Run it up until you doing fine
So much smoke and I know we finna send it up
I don't see no point in wasting time
All about my business, caught up in my thoughts
Riding around with it on me, praying I don't get caught
Always on my pivot and I don't like to talk
I know niggas spying on me, praying I get chalked
Credits
Writer(s): Alexandr Medvedev, Gaige M Olive
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