Lyrics:
niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz'
Baby, the industry's hell worth it
Oh, I
honey
We can hibernate like Yogi
Yogi Bear
Little spoon big spoon, like astronomy
Girl of my dreams but wakin' up in the sheets
Wet dreams
My girl cooks
Little mouse on my lap begging for cheddar cheese
I told her ask for the manager I only got these
I'm a little bit jacked up, clean cut, swiss made, molded
a little estrogen
Buy my whip by myself
Pay my rent by myself
Only exes that I care about are in my fucking chromosomes
I don't really need you, I'm
You're my fatal attraction
Oh, no, I can't stop
You're my midnight fantasy
You're my cream of the crop
I'm comin' home, girl
I'm comin' home
fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes
Dominoes, d-d-dominoes (uh-huh, yo, ayo)
Ayo, I'ma need sixtey-nine real bad girls for my tour bus
Somebody get
taking care of biz
And now it's summer time, you been stacking up
You pop big shit and you back it up
So you outside and you acting up
Girls that whats up
I been on my shit, like I gotta get rich
So I'm all in my bag, like I gotta get chips
Like I haven't been runnin' it up, handling biz
Like I
down)
Good Lord
Baby got them open up all over town
Strictly biz she don't play around
Cover much ground got game by the pound
Getting paid is her
in this biz
(Biz)
Zino I’m known for making hits
(Hits)
Still got my name on their lips
(Huh)
Foolish little kids
(Kids)
I’ve got a different type
is crampin' my livin' style, floatin' from telly to telly
Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations overheard by fedarale
I'm guessin' fool musta
diamonds in my wrist
Yea mind yo biz and go get rich
Get it by yoself don't let a nigga tell you shit
Or a bitch
Look at how the plot twist
I done took
and all my boys and you and all your girls
We just here to have a little fun tonight
Like'em Leela think like Leela James
Mary Jane in a hurricane
Got'em
his
Let me handle my biz, it is what it is
Nigga livin' his life, and that's my bitch
You know I got a wife, let's keep this thing tight, baby
Now
saying now is the proof girl
The one I'm looking for was you girl
I’m haunted by you
(By you)
I’m haunted by you
(By you)
I'm haunted by you
(By you)
I’m
love
The story's been told to me
By the stars above, stars above
Fall in love, think it over, girl
Come a little closer, girl
Fall in love, think
kinda of crazy tho
I know you call me baby tho But that's a little secret tho Im just tryna handle my biz Do a little dirt before I head to the crib
You
it
Every nigga wanna be inside it, uhh
(No more daddy's little girl)
I need her, I'll eat her
Do anything to please her
My ghetto queen of Sheba
'cause its time to bring the biz to kids
And blow all hell fire out your empire
Your livest wire couldn't make my Mobb expire or retire
I'm lettin' off
I said call a couple of your friends
'Cause me and my buddy Ben
We're gonna be back by to get you, little later on
Haha, yeah
When the stars
smiling at my arraignment
You could be a star
You can make it in the biz
Drive a foreign car with a payment on the wrist
But If you ain't got bars homie you
Benz
You know me I like it wet, rode slowly
By the way baby, how old is you codie
You lookin' a little young to me
And how many you had that girl on,
and jumpin' for joy
Whether you man, woman girl or a boy
You will agree, it ain't no other like the B-I-Z
I'm up with the Jones, like my name's Roy
But, yo,
fears
Baby let me take the lead yes
Let me take the lead
We can fly out overseas
This is no one else's biz
Without you I feel uneasy
Girl you are my peace
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