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NAV - My Business feat. Future (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NAV
NAV
Vocals
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Programming
Cash
Cash
Keyboards
Neal & Alex
Neal & Alex
Programming
Future
Future
Vocals
Neal X
Neal X
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Alex Gregory Mullarkey
Alex Gregory Mullarkey
Songwriter
Amir Esmailian
Amir Esmailian
Songwriter
Andrew Kenneth Franklin
Andrew Kenneth Franklin
Songwriter
Joshua Neel Pinter
Joshua Neel Pinter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Mixing Engineer
Cash
Cash
Producer
Neal & Alex
Neal & Alex
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Neal X
Neal X
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah Yeah Yeah (Woo) Yeah (woo) I'm boss, I'm minding my business Open up the box, got bills in the kitchen Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city Gas 93, now everything litty Rooks got the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky Extra blue cheese and extra guac I'm part of the money-making committee Heard them hating, they said that I'm dumb But I ain't going nowhere, who are you kidding? After my show I got three hoes and I signed three letters on all they titties Getting these millions, tryna get a billion I was born one day before Diddy It's hard to make it out where I came up at (up at) Invest in myself, made everything back (make back) I just left Dior and I spent ten racks (ten racks) Took a hundred thousand out, playin' catch In the foreign doing burnouts (let's go) Had to get a burnout phone to sell dope One year 'til my brother get out (let's go) Gotta sip syrup 'cause it help me cope (sippin') I'ma just let the pills do the work I don't wanna think no more (think no more) Got a girl holdin' me down I don't give a fuck about fuckin' tings no more I don't give a fuck where I made my last check I know I still want more (want more) Used to care about what people think about me I don't give a fuck no more I'm boss, I'm minding my business (my business) Open up the box, got bills in the kitchen Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city Gas 93, now everything litty Rooks got the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky Extra blue cheese and extra guac I'm part of the money-making committee Heard them hating, they said that I'm dumb But I ain't going nowhere, who are you kidding? After my show I got three hoes and I signed three letters on all they titties Getting these millions, tryna get a billion I was born one day before Diddy Post in Cha-nay-nay, I treat it like a trap Spent a Lambo' truck just on bags I ain't seen a bitch yet turn down cash Richard Mille icy, splash on splash Got a lot of shooters and they ready to go crash Call up the vibes just to come through and spazz Brr, brr, you know how they work it Brr, brr, you know and they twerking Brr, brr, my cup full of dirty Brr, brr, the Glock hold a thirty I don't wanna talk 'cause it might be the feds Looking at the wrist, yeah, that might be a brick By the way the chain hit, sold a few bills Walkin' with a chopper, gotta take small steps Jimmy Choo shoes, I could walk through Hell Five thousand a piece, I can walk on air Look at my sleeves, got ice everywhere Took a bitch skiing out in Colorado, woo This bitch doing dust, she off Colorado, woo I shouldn't've put the freak in the Bentayga, woo Bought a bitch a AP, came with carats Two-tone Audemars, rich ass habits Splurgin' in Hermes, spent a G Wagen Feed a bitch shrimp 'cause a nigga ain't crabbin' Boss, and I'm minding my business Sleepin' in the trap, got bills in the kitchen Secured my bag and it came with a chicken Went and catch a flight, I done switched up baguettes King Pluto, ooh, I run my city Me and my slimes gon' handle that business My little brother NAV gon' share your bitch Shit get bloody, yeah, shit get sticky Extra cheese, gotta kill all the rats, and the cups, they muddy, yeah When you havin' spill, havin' paper These bitches gon' leave her hubby, yeah After my shows, I'ma take a few hoes I'm turning my dressing room to a strip club When I get a billion, I'ma keep a trillion Ain't never stopped me from sippin' my 'Tussin I'm boss, I'm minding my business Open up the box, got bills in the kitchen Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city Gas 93, now everything litty Rooks got the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky Extra blue cheese and extra guac I'm part of the money-making committee Heard them hating, they said that I'm dumb But I ain't going nowhere, who are you kidding? After my show I got three hoes and I signed three letters on all they titties (NAV) Getting these millions, tryna get a billion I was born one day before Diddy (woo)
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Navraj Goraya, Andrew Franklin, Joshua Neel Pinter, Alex Gregory Mullarkey, Amir Esmailian Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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