Out My Business

Fuck on my bae, pack my suitcase I'm finna hit the road Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh Uh, yeah (oh Lord, Jetson made another one) Fuck on my bae, pack my suitcase, I'm finna hit the road Jump off the plane straight to the stage, I go collect my dough Back to that bottom, stackin' guala with my main niggas Bought my house on top of the hill, but my heart in them trenches Bitches be 30, 40 years old, still in my business They quick to talk about the shit that they'd be doing different Three years ago, I was a joke, they ain't wan' take me serious Now they be mad 'cause they see we went from rags to riches Can't leave the house without my glizzy, niggas out to get me Before I get caught up without it, I get caught up with it My ho the sickest, so I turned her to my baby mama Want her position, so they quick to confront her with drama Niggas do all that talking and typing like it's a problem Since it's a problem, I'll call up Jigga, we bought up choppers Lil' Chris a shotta, he'll do a hit in Balenciagas Yeah, that's the one, boy, he gon' get it done, boy Now let's take a trip, we all in DC at the MGM Buyin' Gucci and MCM, steak, potatoes, and scampi shrimp Top floor, ain't a hater near, surrounded by my dawgs Like they don't want us to ball, y'all, they want to see us fall They don't like it, but they gon' respect it Get up off your ass, get a check 'Member when them bitches used to laugh at me Time pass by, now they mad at me They don't have a story, they'll make one I just stay up in my lane, chasin' paper They say them niggas young, wild, and ignorant I don't know you, you don't know me, stay out my business, bitch Yeah, yeah Stay out my business, bitch Yeah, yeah Stay out my business, bitch Yeah, quit all that hatin' shit Quit all that fakin' shit Yeah, yeah, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hold on, uh They don't like it but they gon' respect it Get up off your ass, get a check, uh 'Member when them bitches used to laugh at me Time pass by, now they mad at me They don't have a story, they'll make one I just stay up in my lane, chasin' paper, uh They say them niggas young, wild, and ignorant I don't know you, you don't know me, stay out my business, bitch Yeah, yeah Stay out my business, bitch Yeah, yeah Stay out my business, bitch, uh Quit with all that hatin' shit Quit all that fakin' shit (bitch ass) Stay out my business, bitch What up? Hah, what up? Nah, for real, what up?