Lyrics:
Panama red, holdin' 52 hands for ransom
My man Johnny Handsome, itchin' to cancel 'em
I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get down to business
We
Baby daddys wanna murder me
Skip the drama stay hyperbole wamme not give a shit chillin' by herbal means
Star grass, puff pass
Top class, enough cash
thang hey
Ain no thang
Hey
It's just business
Hey
Tell em it's just
It's just business
Hey
It's just business
Hey
Tell em it's just
It's just business
Hey
You digging in deep
Like you all in my pockets
You searching for gold
But I only got diamonds
Give glory to God
Its the reason I got 'em
Okay
I could do
mouth and my pinky ring, my wrist and my neck
I'm 'bout my business so give me my cash or give me my check
See I can biblically remember me and Trae
Don't Give No fucks..
That's Da way it is..
Don't Fumble....
You Hear Me Now...
Verse 1...
Fuck With Me,Understand What I'm Saying Now
You Fuck With
the name up, no Bread Gang, it's the Loaf (boyz)
Only reason I'm droppin' a mixtape is 'cuz I still give em hope (preach)
Perfect timin', flawless
mouth and my pinky ring, my wrist and my neck
I'm 'bout my business so give me my cash or give me my check
See I can biblically remember me and Trae
Damn chase, you turned that hoe up
ARO
Grime
We gone handle da business
Talk out his top, Put them racks on his fitted
I want da bitch soul, Give
[Trae]
[Z-Ro]
I wish I could have my loved ones back
Cause I'd love to have my loved ones back (if only for one niiiight)
[Trae]
We don't have to feel
happy tryna kill shit
All da opps pussy knowin' they a never kill shit
Speakin' onna dead Nd that shit a get you killed bitch
Bitch shut up don't give
You know
I never did understand why they always told me to smile
Shit
It ain't too much shit I gave a smile for
Real talk
Yo still a asshole by
You know
I never did understand why they always told me to smile
Shit
It ain't too much shit I gave a smile for
Real talk
Yo still a asshole by
Um time da ra ra ra
Um time da ra ra ra
Um time da ra ra ra
Um time da ra ra ra
In just the business
Business something time
Just the business
face
They don't kno what to do bout it
Her booty juicy I'm loving the way
That she shake it
Can barley fit by it
Fly outta town
Doin business n suites
by, I gotta ask this question
Na na na na na na na na
What if we end up like this?
Na na na na na na na na
What if we end up like this?
Da da
Go about my business with the most mischievous grin ha ha
I kill 'em without flinchin' then I go do it again, yeah yeah
Yeah, I'm wicked, ay
Caution
I'm bout to square it off
Everybody better stay in they homes
Cus when I spit, I'm representin
I'm protected by chrome
My old G Hump done told me
da flow mane
Ain’t got no fame but i still give em hope mane
Niggas know mane I’m da hottest dats fasho mane
Smile while I’m cashing at da bank
I
on yo ass yu better
Believe
Niggas was neva my dawg i
Knew dat it would be a day wen
Dey showed me dey teeth
But i jus showed em da ropes i
Tried to give
alliance by my mind and rhymes are more than shiny
So in the 90's watch your tiny heiny get grimy
Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard, what?
Hit 'em
and law
And have sum kids by em and give 'em all what they need
Yea
I'm da king
Yea
And I foresee
'Cause it done even matter
'Cause it don't even matter
I'm
the lane
Homie I ain't finished yet
Houston, Texas pourin' on
Shining like the morning sun
Fuck these niggas talking bout
It's Trae Tha Truth and Ke Da Don
What the business is?
Word on the street, Jeezy known to handle his
Bitch, get your mind right, let me talk to 'em
Bitch, get your mind right, let me
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