In My Business
Yeah I stay busy, stay out my business Cause I ride Benzes, ay that's my business See all my lenses, are dark blue tinted Cause I don't like people in my business In my business, I run my business If ain't 'bout business, then I'm not listenin' In my business, I run my business If ain't 'bout business, then I'm not listenin' If it ain't 'bout paper, there ain't no convo' See I ride scrapers, and y'all ride Volvo's But that's my M.O., I go where you won't go I smoke what you can't smoke, I'm rich and you're flat broke See I'm not a blogger, and I'm not a jogger I'm more like a mobster, just call me a baller A Chevy Impala, sittin' on them 40 O's I got a lot of things but I owe 'em to Sergio Gucci's a hustler, and he got clientele Always got somethin' to sell, just pullin' your coattail You hate me then oh well, I checked out a hotel But now I get fan mail, my game at a standstill I checked out a hotel, you hate me then oh well But now I get fan mail, my game at a standstill Go spin like a windmill, I lower than windshield See I got a good deal, but know what the hood feel [Chorus] All I know, I'm one real nigga (Flocka) Grew up 'round robberies and drug dealers Dutches no Swishers, I'm the new God Fisher Can't be Nino Brown 'cause that fuck nigga snitchin' Catch me on the Grove, chillin' where it count It's not just metaphors, pussy nigga you don't trap Why they in my business? My name rang bells all through prison They run up in my house 'cause they heard a nigga pitchin' Bitch that's my decision~! Why you worryin 'bout me? 24 years old, I'm a fuckin' O.G. Riveralde in this bitch, young and rich, macaroni bitch Two-door 6 B watch me shift, touchdown ref get off my dick Middle finger when I see the (folk) fuck police I got your salary hangin off my neck piece And to every nigga don't like me may you rest in piece When I die label me a motherfuckin' beast [Chorus] Uh uh, they goin' for 30, just sold 20 Got pajamas on, and I still feel like money (This what I do!) Tied this down, my new hoes 20 The Beemer made me look 30, the Benz on 20's Hell she talkin' businee and lookin' for it, you got any? The L stash smash well hurry hurry bring plenty (Bring it all) The full truck gank came we hungry in the streets This dry town ain't rained for weeks I'm still posted in the paint, try and stay on my pivot I might travel in a minute, they better hurry and send it (I'ma come get it) We independent, You talkin' business nigga I'm listenin' A couple of commissary digits nigga to talk business
Written by: RADRIC DAVIS, JUAQUIN MALPHURS, JOSHUA LUELLEN, RODNEY HILL
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