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Millionaire, still got the strip locked
Uh (hahahaha)

I was-I was dreamin' 'bout this wealth, even when I'm with them shooters
Got the nina by my belt,

sure that that's your cousins
Calling me that wouldn't work baby
I fucked your friend, to
Told me your business real quick
And you backed it up with

down, that's a 9
Dolce & G, on the rise
Backstab 'em down, caught 'em by surprise
Just talked to your friends, they gonna let it ride
Don't grow

you inside this world
Don't do my business out in public, public
Always been above it
Always an assumption
When you up and coming
I stay on the low

shit coming a mile away 
straight to the point 
aku tak main by the ways
tak penting 
if u lil boys even gotta say 
stick to my ground i dont gotta

children?
Who's been held accountable? Who's in charge, mister?
These kids ain't got nothin' to do with y'all business
You should be building more schools

surrounded by cameras
So who am I to live my dreams and not let her?
I miss you

She's got those thighs and those hips, and I swear that
Pray God don't

go get this cash," yeah
20-2-3, I just buss down my bitch a new business, she got her own bag
Foreign outside, it just got out of surgery, strawberry

worry 'bout a thing
Don't worry 'bout a thing

Let's get down to business
Show me what you got
Just keep the record spinning
The music never stops

literate, literally you can feel that shit
And that's brick by brick
No manual, no plan at all, I had to build that shit (had to build that shit)
But I'm

my life and I live it my way
Girl by my side but that's just my side bae
Anything you want girl I go pay
Don gorgon I need money like Dangote
Uncle

a whore
Gettin’ pimped by the system that wanna
See the end of us all
It goes: one grenade, two
Grenade, three grenade, four
Pull the pin
Let it go it'll be

It's February 2016 i'm bout to open for Lady
Leshurr at Gramercy Theater
Was booked by Christian and he picked me
And if you asked me then I never

like poco

Give you taste of your own medicine
Don't judge me by my society
Ruggidty be ti fela kuti
Everyday for the thief
One for the owner

move outta the way (right there)
Stomping on business like I was a troop (like a troop)
That broadie shoot it like he Rudy Gay
Call me Ralph by

ass stomache
I was tryna go and make somethin' shake (make somethin' shake)
Know I'm still gettin' busy with business
I'm tryna get in this and stay

caught 'em window shoppin' just like 50 Cent
He tried to stand on business, he got dropped, now he can't stand on shit
Shh, nah, for real, zip it up

me alone
Don't need sympathy, no need to cry
Happy days just aren't so easy to come by
Should I just play pretend?
Cut the cackle while everybody

rich)
I been standin' on that business, fucked around, dirtied up my kicks (my kicks)
I know I'm a young nigga (yeah), but I keep a grown bitch (on God)

This is the way
Revealing my own stage
It's my business
I'll do it my own way

So what? Enough with all the nonsense stop
No need for more

gettin' in trouble by
And he ask me why
My father couldn't be a man? He's a lullaby
And this song just cut at two minutes
And twenty four seconds
Shit,

(skrrt)

That ain't your blunt, put it back
Smokin' good when it get bad
Are you having a panic attack? Hey
Let me get back to my business
And roll me

die meters
Me niggas die me vragen ‘ey man wat is die mo’

Met jou wil ik me uitleven. Je bent uitstekend
Ik kom je halen ja ik kom by die car
De deur

be fine 
In the morning time 
Il be up by nine 
Do you like what you see 
Close your eyes 
Dont you sleep 

Putting in work its time to go bro do you