Lyrics

Yea You know what I'm saying? I mean... business is business Don't take it personal... baby (Yea, gang) Ya know what I mean? (Yea, gang) Yea, yea, yea (Pyrex Whippa) (gang) I told that girl "business is business" (yea, business is business) Don't take it personal (yea, please) Im in a Maybach, I'm smoking (yea, Cookie) Please close the curtain though (yea, keep it close) Hunind round drum they gon' shoot (yea) Look how they ducking though (yea, get down!) I hit the jet with the given go (sho) The police get hit with the pick and roll (sho, fuck 12) I get the nigga knock off (gone) If you talk down on my name (Yea) Real right I done came out the fly (Yah!) I got my choppa customized to my blue sign (sign) You reach for my chain you get shot in the brain (pa, pa) Kick him out my, my session he is a lame (get out) And my main bitch got perfect aim (pow) Still in the apartments serving pure cocaine I get it popin' wit' niggas that Don't want no smoke (we get it popin') Business you owe me get hanged by the rope (business is business) I'm with my brothers we want the whole loaf (I'm with the gang) Cut your throat then you get tossed off the boat Country boy I get the bag for the low (low) I walked in the room you smell weed in the court (gas) I want the babies, I don't do abort (no) The bullet it missing must be the lord (God) Violation you can snipe with the sword (slice) Twin choppas who said they want war? (war) Business is business and nothing else more (business is business) I used to rob a lot when I got poor (ye) Now I go shopping at Christian Dior (Christian Dior) That is your girl? Your bitch is a horror (ugh) Kidnap him wrap him up in a cord (get him) I got them bricks and a Honda Accords I told that girl "business is business" (Yea, Business is business) Don't take it personal (Yea, please) Im in a Maybach, I'm smoking (Yea, Cookie) Please close the curtain though (Yea, keep it close) Hunind round drum they gon' shoot (Yea) Look how they ducking though (Yea, Yea, Get down!) I hit the jet with the given go (What the fuck!) The police get hit with the pick and roll (fuck 12) Ay! Ay! You is stop on the map (on the map) Please cut that shit out (cut that shit out) I pop a pillar, I chase for liquor, I knocked the pussy right out Splah, Ye, ye Four sticks needed bet the check Show them booty I'ma fit I drop peace off on the set ye, ye Hater won Bitch don't tell me bout them niggas Don't give a fuck bout what they say Yep, wrist heavy Retarded hold it up I'm special lick Fuck your bitch until she came out I thought she pissed up in my bed Chubby nigga tell that body hoes love me like im taste Lit the hardest far then poof YRN do deuce so cool Bitch can't cook she get the book Bitch I'm so unusual Can't take off my plate I'm cutting the grass so I see the snakes They tag on my back, but not in my face You sour qc they now they gon' hate (Business is business, bitch) I yold that girl "business is business" (Yea, Business is business) Don't take it personal (Yea, please) Im in a Maybach, I'm smoking (Yea, Cookie) Please close the curtain though (Yea, keep it close) Hunind round drum they gon' shoot (Yea) Look how they ducking though (Yea, Get down!) I hit the jet with the given go (Sho, sho) The police get hit with the pick and roll (fuck 12) Business bad? Fuck you pay me! Oh you had a fire? Fuck you pay me! Place got hit by lightning hu? Fuck you pay me!
Writer(s): Patavious Isom, Kedrick Isaiah Cannady, John Wic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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