BUSINESS MAN (feat. Juicy J)

Ayy, man, let's get it

I can pay the bail, I will never tell on my dawg
I was mixin' in, bakin' soda blend with the raw
Niggas fake as hell, actin' like you him, but you flawed
Why the real dyin'? Why the fuck niggas takin' off?

This for real, ain't no deals, niggas payin' what it cost
Know some scammers, they can get you right, just pay 'em for the sauce
Say you broke, ain't got no money, damn, sorry for yo' loss
I'm a businessman, I can buy yo' bitch and write her off

B-b-b-b-bitch, I write her off, creepin' up outta my box, rippin' 'em up with a saw
Move with the wind like a phantom, I stand in the shadows, and pop out the cut with the bars
Dearly departed, I mark 'em, I parkin' the whip, and I'm hoppin' out under the stars
They don't really want it but they really gonna get it 'cause I'm in this too deep, bitch, I've come just too far

Itty bitty motherfuckers, really be the ones with the dreams of a drop top, never gonna pop off
Off top, I can think about a couple of motherfuckers that wanna put a bullet in my lock-box
Hop off of my cock, bitch, you never gonna be me, see me, pussy-boy, flee me
Four deep in the G to the O-D-Z-I and the double-L-A, baby

Uh, and I'm back in this bitch, flow game cold like a MAC in this bitch
Ain't nobody really wanna dance with the kid
Got the game fucked up, when I'm rappin' and shit, like
How this, how this young motherfucker from the '86 really make these hits?
Bitch, I'm doin' my thang, I'm makin' a bag
A motherfucker really gotta think about his own damn biz, man

For the bands, we gon' make 'em dance
I got business out in Cali', 'bout 12 hours 'til I land
Bitch, yo' music just ain't sellin', well, I guess that's just too bad
Though the come up was so tellin', what goes up must always land, you a fad, bitch

I can pay the bail, I will never tell on my dawg
I was mixin' in, bakin' soda blend with the raw
Niggas fake as hell, actin' like you him, but you flawed
Why the real dyin'? Why the fuck niggas takin' off?

This for real, ain't no deals, niggas payin' what it cost
Know some scammers, they can get you right, just pay 'em for the sauce
Say you broke, ain't got no money, damn, sorry for yo' loss
I'm a businessman, I can buy yo' bitch and write her off

Thug-thug-thug niggas, none but drug dealers
Hypnotized, they in love wit' us, fuckin' up clubs wit' us, smokin' strong
Got some bud wit' us, cough up a lung wit' us, don't get sent off like a dove, nigga
We got subs, nigga, sub machines, not Jersey Mike's

I chose violence, stand and fight, foldin' chairs and throwin' 'em hands
Would've been the best time of my life, how many hoes you gave a chance?
Then found out that we're not right, how many niggas gon' switch up?
So you do some they don't like, now they gotta terminate on site

Used to dirty up my Sprite, ayy, drop me some codeine
Ayy, pop me an all night flight, ayy, big bag of money in sight
Ayy, riots we incite, ayy, fires we ignite
Yeah, try us, it get light, lose yo' life

Cookin' up in a lab like Dexter
Middle fingers up, yeah, that's my gesture
Cut from a cloth, this not yo' texture
That's yo' bitch, then why did I text her?

I can pay the bail, I will never tell on my dawg
I was mixin' in, bakin' soda blend with the raw
Niggas fake as hell, actin' like you him, but you flawed
Why the real dyin'? Why the fuck niggas takin' off?

This for real, ain't no deals, niggas payin' what it cost
Know some scammers, they can get you right, just pay 'em for the sauce
Say you broke, ain't got no money, damn, sorry for yo' loss
I'm a businessman, I can buy yo' bitch and write her off