Square Business (feat. Midwest Milly)

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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Big bag, bro
Yeah, yeah

I'm in Memphis, fresh from the mall, bro
Locked the streets, fire for a good tic
Cuz' cop mansion in Miami
Off a straight pimping

Million dollar jack, off straight tenthing
Bitch, we cop blocks, call it square business
I ain't goin' back and forth, I don't play tennis
Face card, cross bay bridges

Cross bay bridges, cross bay bridges
V8 all my engines
What they on ain't my business
Too much talk ain't no listen, Hutch hit through window tint

600 for my lenses
Dukes like why you still squintin
It's a lot of grams in this bitch
Brown, tan, put some gray in that mix

Bitch suckin' dick like I paid for that shit
Piece cost a brick, bitch I ain't slave for that shit
Powder everywhere I need a maid for this fit
Niggas real killers, I ain't pay for this hit

Put a two on it and I paid for that shit
I ain't pay for this hit
I ain't pay for this hit
Put a tooth on it and I pay for that shit

Niggas actin' tough like they made for this shit
Bitch its Bag Filla I get paid for this mix
Niggas actin' tough but they ain't made for this shit
Made man, bitch I ain't have to pay for that hit

50 pounds come in the load f*ck, I'm a do with a ten
Lock streets, fire for a good ticket
Cuz cop mansion in Miami
Off a straight pimpin

Million dollar jack, off straight tenthing
Bitch, we cop blocks, call a square business
I ain't goin' back and forth, I don't play tennis
Face card, cross bay bridges

Cross bay bridges, cross bay bridges
V8 all my engines, what they on
Ain't my business, too much talk, ain't no listening
Hutch hit through window tint, six hundred for my lenses

Dukes like why you still squintin'
Face card, good across state lines
I can get the bag sent at any time
Baby coupe, lose the roof, I lost my mind

Audemar piguete, I don't use it to tell time
If you see me with it, it's mine
Put the jewelry up, go on a 90 day
I'm on 98 grind, I'm on 98 grind

I'm on 98 grind, I'm on 98 grind
I'm on 98 grind, I'm on 98 grind
I'm on 98 grind, I'm on 98 grind
I'm on 98 grind, I'm on 98 grind

I ain't never walk no straight line
Doin' turnarounds until he dizzy
Dirty up the skizzy with the rizzy
Playin' fetch with the dog, I hit it with the frizby

Dumpin' out the bag until it's empty
My young dog handin' out head taps
And he pray to Allah before he get a nigga head wrapped
Ain't no beach in Cincinnati, but this where the sand at

I'm a shark, I eat goats, so I told them to quit sayin' that
I'm a shark, I eat goats, so I told them to quit sayin' that
I'm a shark, I eat goats, so I told them to quit sayin' that
Locked streets, fire for a good thing

Cuz' cop mansion in Miami
Off a straight pen
Million dollar jack, golf straight ten
And big cop blocks, call it square fence

I ain't goin' back and forth, I don't play tennis
Face card cross bay bridges
V8 all my engines
What they on, ain't my business

Too much talk, ain't no listening
Hutch hit through window, tint
Six hundred from my lenses
Dukes like why you still squintin'

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