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Koka-Verticker, Business im großen Stil
Ich represente das Game, nenn mich Mr. Monopoly
Zeit ist Geld, paradoxerweise
Bin ich immer noch jung, aber trotzdem

I just spent a fifty on clothes (sheesh)
Let's get paid (paid)
Fuck it, let's get paid (get racks, get racks)
I'm not in the red light district

on yo district
Glock with a switch it ain't missing
Like I'm used to standing on business
That's how you get the job finished
How you even get the job

clown
Better not show your faces after the sun goes down
I'm in the red-light district, like a cop on the beat
Livin' in a nightmare on Elm Street

Red sun coming up in the back of my truck outside the strip club she knows
What to do with those slim hips and big butt. Alchemy she dances so

Amsterdam

Rick Ross

God Forgives, I Don't

2012

time, I'mma handle my muthafuckin business

It's the red light district, nigga this Amsterdam
Wherever the fuck I'm at
It's a no go
We green light you

fuckin' hitting switches

I pull up like what the business
Fuck you niggas feelings
Puffing dro and paper stacking
Money to the ceiling
I been balling for

fuckin' hitting switches

I pull up like what the business
Fuck you niggas feelings
Puffing dro and paper stacking
Money to the ceiling
I been balling for

fuckin' hitting switches

I pull up like what the business
Fuck you niggas feelings
Puffing dro and paper stacking money to the ceiling
I been balling

to get in the club, they know I'm a walkin' ticket
I'm presidential leavin' the club, we ain't stoppin' at no lights (nyoom)
You wanna be a boss, you

dawg who new you would just switch up
Remember the days we were hitting the club we were making it rain
While we steady riding making are name pockets

killing is my business
And business now is booming bitch, I'm on that Brad Pitt shit
Got a fight club in my district, make niggaz look like a misfit
Make

in the district with arms and ballistics
I'm not a statistic
Why you in my bag man that shit none of your business
This shit can get bad I'm talking

come around like Ms. Banks? (hey, hey)
Whatever goes around comes around 
Factory made, ain't a bussdown (woo)
If I'm in a club then there's poles

toast it up
To he who done made something out of nothing like its nigga rigged
Proper we the business bitch
The devil hitting licks and shit he robbed me

P's in your district
Pass the biscuit it's butter I'm all business
Belligerent back stabbers be on ya guard
Ya feeling it (Im feeling it) we about to go

Man-of-color-mumbled through an interview
Then fumbled,
My line of scrimmage
Down and out counting inches,
Became a Black man downtown
With a u-turn
In the business

for my pleasure can't mix wit the business
You enter my club better get to fitness
Make Money Moves gettin' me outta my feelins'
And I'm Rockin' G Fazos

Fuckin' up shit I'm tryna fit in
Got these thicc bitches and big drip
I go get lit in the district
This some ice boy I hit a lick quicc
This a whole album

team
Anyone who got a problem
I dare you to intervene
I do business in the scene
I make moves you never leave
You can meet me at the top
And I'll take

and you know how we do
On the mic every night, on a flight to a new city
Now I'm in a mile high club
And fam I can't lie, I don't hide my drugs
Sitting

Yo yo yo yo
You're now tuned into District thirteen Club Nati Radio
With your boy, Dolla Dolla Bill y'all
This goes out to all the bitter baby mommas

Riding around an in handling business
Poppa I'm good an I'm eating my spinach
All in they mouth like the dentist, brace your opinions, lil bitty bitch in

And serving young ones said I'm a boss as my head started fleeting
Finding out who runs this all at that gated entry business meeting
I still remember eating up