LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBusiness Is Business
Yeah, yahRun that back, TurboyeahI tote a Tec 'cause niggas be shadyAnd a surfboard 'cause we're really wavyI need some love to go with this hateGive mama a hug, we finally made itPuttin' Ms in all the MercedesSpend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazyClinch to that shit, bet' not trust your old ladyBusiness is business, so you gotta pay meUh, Bentleys on Bentleys, we mob through the ABenjis on Benjis, we stack every dayBusiness is business, so you gotta payNew Lamborghinis make me wanna raceStill eat fettuccini, I'm stuck in my waysMy bed Tempur-Pedic, I fuckin' get paidMy flow a disease, kill these rappers like AidsYves St. Laurent on the lens of my shadesGunna back up, I was goin' through a phaseI doubled up and got my bitches straightYou learned how to drip from you watchin' my pageNiggas be tossin', somebody decayOff-White'd the coupe and the inside is beigeI pop this shit like I've been doin' for agesSo many dead faces I got me a graveYsl, nigga say, "Slatt" every day?I pop me a pill, one got stuck in my throatThis Rollie a Presi', I don't need to voteYour ho super ready, she at my condoI stay with that. 9, they should call me MarloI'm the greatest of all, my emoji is goatBouncin' my life, got my back off the ropeToo real can't turn my back on the brosI tote a Tec 'cause niggas be shadyAnd a surfboard 'cause we're really wavyI need some love to go with this hateGive mama a hug, we finally made itPuttin' Ms in all the MercedesSpend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazyClinch to that shit, bet' not trust your old ladyBusiness is business, so you gotta pay meBrought out a dub and I'm ready to spend itYou dropped the ball I got it, we winnin'Spaceship for a car that ain't rentedThey know who I am, I ain't walkin' through LenoxIt didn't take long, I ran up them racksBought it, ain't like it, ain't takin it backI shoulda playin' linebacker, I want a sackI got this cheetah print all on my jacketI got the belt and the shoes to match itI'm from the hood, I'm keepin' my ratchetMy bitch the baddest, she ain't bougie, she ratchetI get him flipped, then I buy him a casketI'm servin' real, I ain't just singin', rappin'I got on Soldier Re's, they're classicsI got a. 31 doin' gymnasticsI sold a brick, it was still in the package$6, 500 was spent on this coatGot a bitch in the condo, she snortin' the cokeI don't wanna fuck her just want the throatI'm savin' my money, I ain't goin' brokeDon't want no handouts, that shit ain't no jokeThey listen up when I speak, I'm the popeI'm bringin' cash, ain't payin' no notesI got the stick just in case they want smokeI tote a Tec 'cause niggas be shadyAnd a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy (Surfboard)I need some love to go with this hateGive mama a hug, we finally made it (Finally made it)Puttin' Ms in all the MercedesSpend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazyClinch to that shit, bet' not trust your old lady (Bitches ain't shit)Business is business, so you gotta pay me (Business is business)
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