Lyrics:
hard earned money to the Lord
Harley started drinkin' wound up in Betty Ford to see if he could by a
happy ending
Then some kid who worked in Harley's
bet I got it
If I don't bet all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay up out my business
Ball 'til I fall, flossin' til I'm finished
I just go, get It, stay up
And at the time I never even noticed I was blue
I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day
Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me
you
(Chase paper, get by)
I'm little but I'm coming for the title held by everyone who's up
All work and no play never made me lose it
All
Handle my
Handle my business yea yea
Handle my business yea
Do Do Do Do Do Do
Don't get it twisted imma young Zeus
This is just business got to win I
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin'
out of me (yeah)
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Yeah, in Hollywood they say, "There's no business like show
can’t resist this pimping
Get the million bout my business
Bro you know me, you know I be
Stacking that dough that’s all I see
I G.O.G.E.T.I.T.
I
beautiful gowns,
You'll see tailor-mades and hand-me-downs,
You'll meet honest men, and pick-pockets skilled,
You'll find that business never ceases 'til
out of me (yeah)
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Yeah, in Hollywood they say, "There's no business like show
painted horses, oh the kids they love it so
You can see it on their faces, how they love the wind to blow
Minding my own business like my mama always said
called me by my name just hillbilly
My Grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man
He used to send me pictures
painted horses, oh the kids they love it so
You can see it on their faces, how they love the wind to blow
Minding my own business like my mama always said
bullshit
But sometimes you need money to
See who you cool with
See niggas hustle hard and cop
Them a few whips
They end up popping niggas they
Used to be
don't matter if you're black or white
I am tired of this devil
I am tired of this stuff
I am tired of this business
Sew when the going gets rough
I
He never called me by my name just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man
He used to send
your chops and take time
To contemplate your stall
Every morning, pass by the mirror
Chuckle at your smiling face
"So good to see you—you're
Ay, yo, yallo, let dem know di best business in di mind of business
Is to mind yuh own business and mek some people business
I have nuttin' to do wid
'cause I'm an eager owl
Get paged by a G or a business pal
My shit is overflowing, they won't allow
Another page, so I'll just end this now
Message
his business
Anyone who knows about him knows about his shindig
Shenanigans, and all his wacky antics in the papers
Shady's danglin' a baby tangled
kiddin'
I should sit down with the mayor, I should try to save my city
Then I think back to myself, I should mind my fuckin' business
I told Bagg to swap
He never called me by my name just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man
He used to send
(Yeah)
Oh, London, London, London
We know each other by now, come on
Hands in the air, baby
I see you guys up on the balcony, come on
You know
the plastic off it, you can feel the magic
Still I'm laughing at the critics talking, I can see 'em gagging
When I'm back in the back of my city, back in
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