Lyrics:
handle my business
Any city, any town, touch down, I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversation, you should know
Uh
Yeah you see somehow I'm stuck
In this loop
Check it out
The odd ball
Play ya roll
Im the icon
Def Jam
A Big Fan
Sorta Die Hard
Fur coat
Black
out the chemistry
Between you and me
Less Raising Arizona
More Steel Magnolias
So when you walk down that red carpet
I hope you trip and fall
I
Boy/Girl (girl)
Boy/Girl (girl)
When a boy meets a girl
Boy/Girl (girl)
Finding out
I'm finding out the things
That I've been talking
now, and if you need an extra hand
I hope that I can help, cause my music is a tool for
You to use to get you out
Always been an entertainer at heart,
someone
She ridin' dick and her best friend shotgun (boom)
My son an icon, suck me with my ice on
Me and my day-ones too tight, we don't fall out 'bout
Money start to fall out
Throw it up and fall out the sky
Baddest bitches go all out
Whole bar get bought out, that's what I call my lifestyle
Don't worry
hiding it
Escape getting high n shit
Don't complain. No violin
Out the mud boy try again
Don't make me get violent aye
West side USA is where I stay
From
the gift I spit
The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped
Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it
Those that don't wanna feel it need to kill it
Nd you can tell by duh swag greez bout money,
Nd I dnt play no games wen its bout money,
I do it for dem young niggas dat pop beans,the hot boys wit
through the fall
Big bag like Santa Claus
New sauce for the summer sauce
Marchin' band, we the drummer boys
And tell the crib I'm on the way back
to ball out money start to fall out
Throw it up, it fall out the sky
Baddest bitches go all out, whole bar get bought out
That's what I call my lifestyle
to ball out money start to fall out
Throw it up, it fall out the sky
Baddest bitches go all out, whole bar get bought out
That's what I call my lifestyle
Space man blow up
Oh, maggot, he's a modern day fagan
Turfin' out your pockets like a Christian burns a pagan
Drippin' with charm, style
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
business
Any city any town - touch down I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversationist
You should know what I'm about
a boy
Paranoid, in a world where they love to build and destroy
Fuck a lecture, I'ma need what you owe me and extra
There's nothin' that you can tell
by the jar
Burnin' honey berry
Roll the leaf up extra large
N if cops pull me over
Yeet the blunt out of the car
Officer stopped me
I said what's up
to google adwords
Just to get a couple extra clicks On those Youtube adverts
Now that's a couple extra quids
Out the pockets of a struggling Artist
But we
make it home
Then girl i promise Imma wear you out just like cologne
See I just want you in my hoodie with no panties on
The front door unlock it, girl i
move around
Take it out on the South we from H Town
With a big gun case it's round for round
We gon bust and bust till they all fall down
It's like that
Niggas really wind waves, it was never important
I can bring a light, twenty out, boy, feel like I'm soarin
I be grabbin' Gucci, Louis, Fendi, ain't doin'
to make a nigga cry
There's puddles by feet I almost drowned
Everybody talkin' bout the drip but I really douse
There's a puddle near me
(Puddles by my
really want a Tesla
I'm sipping Repasado switching lanes and acting extra
Said ALAAW be the motto- 224 that mean forever (4L)
So even if we fall out boy
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