Lyrics:
Come!
Well my name is Latifah (yeah)
Well my name is Latifah (yeah)
Well my name is Latifah (yeah)
Well my name is Latifah
I am a bill, yes, I'm
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
Like Jimmy Cliff, ah di harder they come
Lighting a spliff with a spark of me gun
Highest of grades under di the sun, yeah
Smoking my own strain
I
to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that
be faking I be really hustling, Speero you know he going for the win
Me and my CEO, we on the album we finna go ten for ten
Ain't no nigga that can
den
Ima stick it to your Mrs like my Jimmy resilient
She can eat around the meat but then the dinner need finishing
Wizzy in a lickle predicament
own album in my own studio
Can someone do my promo
I'm being way to busy since months ago
I'm sinking bro, right, left
I'm taking a step blinded by
Business boomin' round the clock
Whippin' it 'round city blocks
I ain't want no problems with 'em
But I'm screamin' fuck the cops
Studio from twelve
the scrimmage as I’m pushing the limit
Always handle my business like a fucking lieutenant
Yes you feeling my presence these contestants is peasants
I’m
[Remedy]
Mic check, I walk around the Shao'
Wit the jet black nine by my waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best white
with my Jimmy Hendrix shades on
Haters wanna doubt and thought that I forgot my scales
That's like Iron Mike forgettin' he trainin' got skills
Vic hit
And the sky is around
You know I love the night
Never fear love
I got you on my mind
I want you by my side all the time
Smoking up
We don't gotta fuck
I just
wrote the crossover
But if the album sellout I'd be considered a sellout
The fans keep asking whens the album gonna come out
Ask your local execs I'm
more
Dismissive of big business
Not in my interest
The night I was born
The Moon turned to fire red
My poor mother cried, "the Gypsy was right"
And she
the Benz
Her Jimmy Choos had me convinced
I said she was pretty
She love a nigga compliments
I had the thing with me, she didn't know
By the end of the day
and this entice them how them joke the same
So I'm gonna sing just like them to get where they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
Late-night deep thoughts drowned out
By my video game
How am I? Well, I guess that I'm pretty okay
Things are pickin' back up in
Terms of buildin' my name not
Bugatti
Free lil Kirk Wood, Young Gotti
Free my nigga White Boy too
I whipped up a two and a baby and I spent that on Jimmy Choo
You got goons
of line, Cam betting the house on me
You know I ain't stopping yet
You know my album ain't done, it ain't dropping yet
I'm in the mist of a bidding war
Dumb
Still coming in with d coupe
Winning now u can tell by my nike
Shoes
Tell dem mo'fuckers check it
Then I wreck
Banging all the L's
Take off like
lying if I stated that I wasn't even trying[00:25.11]I'm mindin' my own business in this shit like a fly[00:27.37]I be rhymin' 'bout the standing ovation
by the boobies, booby trapped
All white Bentley, I call that mama
My life crazy, like Obama's
You talk slick? Well I'm Osama
Bin Laden, I'm
she miss
Excuse me I been drankin' miss I gotta take a piss
When I come right back you better what's the biz
You running outta time by the numbers on my
the late night like my name was Jimmy Fallon
You was doubting on my talent
But hearing the fucking album
Glazers tell me we was homies and haters cursing
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