BUSINESS MAN

Aye, man, let's get it

I can pay the bail, I will never tell on my dog

I was mixin' in, bakin' soda blend with the raw

**** fake as hell, actin' like you him, but you flawed

Why the real dyin'? Why the fuck **** takin' off?

This for real, ain't no deals, **** payin' what it cost

Know some scammers that can get you right, just pay 'em for the sauce

Say you broke, ain't got no money, damn, sorry for yo' loss

I'm a business man, I can buy yo' bitch and write her off

B-B-B-B-Bitch, I write her off

Creepin' up outta my box, rippin' 'em up with a saw

Move with the wind like a phantom, I stand in the shadows

And pop out the cut with the bars

Dearly departed, I mark 'em, I'm parkin' the whip

And I'm hoppin' out under the stars

They don't really want it, but they really gonna get it

'Cause I'm in this too deep, bitch, I've come just too far

Itty bitty motherfuckers really be the ones

With the dreams of a drop top, never gonna pop off

Off top, I can think about a couple of motherfuckers

That wanna put a bullet in my lock-box

Hop off of my cock, bitch

You never gonna be me, see me, pussy-boy, flee me

Four deep in the G to the O-D-Z-I and the double-L-A, baby

Uh, and I'm back in this bitch

Flow game cold like a MAC in this bitch

Ain't nobody really wanna dance with the kid

Got the game fucked up, when I'm rappin' and shit, like

How this, how this young motherfucker from the '86 really make these hits?

Bitch, I'm doin' my thing, I'm makin' a bag

A muthafucka really gotta think about his own damn biz, man

For the bands, we gon' make 'em dance

I got business out in Cali, 'bout twelve hours till I land

Bitch, yo' music just ain't sellin', well, I guess that's just too bad

Though the come up was so tellin', what goes up must always land

You a fad, bitch

I can pay the bail, I will never tell on my dog

I was mixin' in, bakin' soda blend with the raw

**** fake as hell, actin' like you him, but you flawed

Why the real dyin'? Why the fuck **** takin' off?

This for real, ain't no deals, **** payin' what it cost

Know some scammers that can get you right, just pay 'em for the sauce

Say you broke, ain't got no money, damn, sorry for yo' loss

I'm a business man, I can buy yo' bitch and write her off

Thug, thug

Thug ****, nothin' but drug dealers

Hypnotized, now they in love with us

Fuckin' up clubs with us, smokin' strong

Got some bud with us, cough up a lung with us

Don't get sent off like a dove, ****

We got subs, ****, sub machines, not Jersey Mike's

I chose violence, stand and fight, foldin' chairs and throwin' them hands

Would've been the best time of my life, how many hoes you gave a chance?

Then found out they wasn't right, how many **** gon' switch up?

So you do some' they don't like, now they gotta terminate on site

Used to dirty up my Sprite

Aye, drop me some codeine, aye, pop me an all-night flight

Aye, big bag of money in sight, aye, riots we incite

Aye, fires we ignite

Yeah, try us, it get light, lose yo' life

Cookin' up in a lab like Dexter

Middle fingers up, yeah, that's my gesture

Cut from a cloth, this not yo' texture

That's yo' bitch, then why did I text her?

I can pay the bail, I will never tell on my dog

I was mixin' in, bakin' soda blend with the raw

**** fake as hell, actin' like you him, but you flawed

Why the real dyin'? Why the fuck **** takin' off?

This for real, ain't no deals, **** payin' what it cost

Know some scammers that can get you right, just pay 'em for the sauce

Say you broke, ain't got no money, damn, sorry for yo' loss

I'm a business man, I can buy yo' bitch and write her off