Buisness
Late nights on patrol, niggas watchin',
Grindin' for the people all back home
They all laughin' at me, creating shit now on my own
Never speak on what you accomplished, keep it on the low
Cause I've been tellin' all these hoes
It's just business, it's just business
I swear they don't know, yeah that boy, he a menace
I swear they after me
They been tryna get me,
They been taxin' me
All up in my business,
All the jealousy
Actin' out my body, bring the weapon Bring it on, bring it on, yeah
Stay down till you comin',
I'm a motherfuckin' soldier
I just want the cat, yeah,
I don't want no fuckin' doja
I just want the beef,
But they just really want exposure
I stay calm, collect,
But I get hot like Arizona
Shit gettin' risky,
I just downed me a bottle of whiskey
Killin' this beat, t
Hey don't know that I'm tipsy
Shot at me nine times, but I keep it 50
Liking the dish, she enjoying the flavor
Callin' me daddy, but I didn't raise her
Swallow the bourbon, I don't need no chaser
Callin' me magic, I ball like a lackers
Spittin' my shit, and I don't need no favors
Killin' these niggas, on beats in the booth
Niggas don't like me, they know what I do
Niggas, they talkin' this shit, they swear they the shit
I'm like, who the fuck who is you?
Niggas, they chattin', they don't know that I'm the real deal
I'm gonna make it gonna see that hunnid mil'
See that hunnid mil', all these checks comin' in,
And it make me heal
I'ma go like I'm MJ, I can feel the thrill
They don't give me my respect, and it makes me ill
There's a lot of people doubtin' me, they filled up with hate
Styles really drownin' me, a lot of my plate
In my mind, in my money, my heart, in my safe
Let it spray to your brain, we gon' mix, and shake
I'm not a gangsta, but I keep me afold
It's fillin' my heart, it's hard to ignore
Don't know if I wanna keep fuckin' these whores
I reconsider when my cuo gets poured
And kick that bitch right out the door,
Cause it's just business It's just business
I swear they don't know, yeah, that boy, he a menace
It's just business It's just business
I swear they don't know, yeah, that boy, he a menace
I swear they after me They been tryna get me,
They been taxin' me All up in my business,
All the jealousy Acting on my body, bring the weapon
Bring it on, bring it on, yeah it's good
Grindin' for the people all back home
They all laughin' at me, creating shit now on my own
Never speak on what you accomplished, keep it on the low
Cause I've been tellin' all these hoes
It's just business, it's just business
I swear they don't know, yeah that boy, he a menace
I swear they after me
They been tryna get me,
They been taxin' me
All up in my business,
All the jealousy
Actin' out my body, bring the weapon Bring it on, bring it on, yeah
Stay down till you comin',
I'm a motherfuckin' soldier
I just want the cat, yeah,
I don't want no fuckin' doja
I just want the beef,
But they just really want exposure
I stay calm, collect,
But I get hot like Arizona
Shit gettin' risky,
I just downed me a bottle of whiskey
Killin' this beat, t
Hey don't know that I'm tipsy
Shot at me nine times, but I keep it 50
Liking the dish, she enjoying the flavor
Callin' me daddy, but I didn't raise her
Swallow the bourbon, I don't need no chaser
Callin' me magic, I ball like a lackers
Spittin' my shit, and I don't need no favors
Killin' these niggas, on beats in the booth
Niggas don't like me, they know what I do
Niggas, they talkin' this shit, they swear they the shit
I'm like, who the fuck who is you?
Niggas, they chattin', they don't know that I'm the real deal
I'm gonna make it gonna see that hunnid mil'
See that hunnid mil', all these checks comin' in,
And it make me heal
I'ma go like I'm MJ, I can feel the thrill
They don't give me my respect, and it makes me ill
There's a lot of people doubtin' me, they filled up with hate
Styles really drownin' me, a lot of my plate
In my mind, in my money, my heart, in my safe
Let it spray to your brain, we gon' mix, and shake
I'm not a gangsta, but I keep me afold
It's fillin' my heart, it's hard to ignore
Don't know if I wanna keep fuckin' these whores
I reconsider when my cuo gets poured
And kick that bitch right out the door,
Cause it's just business It's just business
I swear they don't know, yeah, that boy, he a menace
It's just business It's just business
I swear they don't know, yeah, that boy, he a menace
I swear they after me They been tryna get me,
They been taxin' me All up in my business,
All the jealousy Acting on my body, bring the weapon
Bring it on, bring it on, yeah it's good
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Julius
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