Lyrics:
bad wiring. Some people said if you looked
between the cracks of the floorboards of our
dance floor you would see Hell. If you ever
went there, you
and an outdoor disco
With bad wiring. Some people said if you looked
Between the cracks of the floorboards of our
Dance floor you would see Hell. If you ever
couldn't tell by the looks on yo' momma face
Now everytime she look at me I see a look of disgrace
She disappointed by the dreams we was lookin' to chase
See I was resting at the park minding my own
Business as I kick up the treble tone
On my radio tape player box, right
Just loud enough so folks
cummin' back to back, yeah
Grab ya by ya neck, yeah
Tell you arch your back, yeah
Tell you to shut your ass up
Rushin' here real fast just to take it
conscious go and
Blow it by the O i'm here but my minds gone
And it's gettin hard to see
You cause my eyes low
Marijuana minutes, nigga time slow
On a kush
her in silk ever since she dripped out
Put blue diamonds on her neck just like she Cripped out
And I know your friends be in our business, tell them
that did done it (huh?)
By my lonely when they see me 'round town
I'm all business, no feelings, not now
You put on a show (uh)
'Cause you don't
a fuck
I'm minding my business (Business)
Business, I too stress by people
Now it is my problem
What's my progress
Dem say lesson
I'm minding my Business
Upright, independent, fearless
Rare ordination business, prostratin' when you're prayin' (all well)
Militant posture when you're demonstratin'
Minimize
the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon be my homie if I get a little bigger
Fuck
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
hard and slow
Does he want it need it
I might never know
The boy feels strange
Oh the boy has changed
Looking from my tower
I can see his
know
How much do it cost? Girl what's the price?
Off two molly's, I'ma fuck her all night
Shorty what's the deal? Baby can I feel?
Did you see
the subs and 15's for the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon' be my homie if I
ripened and rottened in our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well now I was smart but I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild with no inhibition
Hey, I hit town without a clue
Minding my business like I always do
Just my luck I ran smack into you
And I never could've known it would be
E-class
I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in
Yah
Yeah
Man I'm like.. for real though
Don't be all up in my business
She all up in my business
She all up in my business
You all up in my business
Listen boy, I'll tell you a thing.
I'll make you a career in the business I'm in.
I'll make you rich, I'll make you a toy,
I'll make you turn over
Montana Café, Teddy Roosevelt and Hemingway
You can see the pictures on the
Wall there where they signed montana Café
Thanks a lot for a pleasant
Pantone blue, when I'm with you
Off-white lies, black snake eyes
Tried so hard to make you a believer
To see you a little clearer
'Cause you
is all overseen by my man will
As I walk through the valley shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they don't really wanna see
selfies
Point me to the money
Point me to the money
Business, big business
Maybach business
If you ain't with it I don't fuck with you
You
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