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Verse 1:
Babies dying you incompetent?
Mothers and motherfuckers that’s feeling confident
Keep bringing up your accomplishments
Lets check your astonishment and responsiveness
Going out for the weekend, never show no weakness
But take it all in; the darkness that im speaking
Your high’s gettin’ stronger, Thizz started peaking
Them feds try to spot me from another beacon
That ain’t never gon work
You could smell the tax write-off on my new shirt
Every motherfuckin’ year you know I’m switchin’ new turf
Don’t mind me fella I’m just seeing what chu dudes worth
They had to take him to a new church
Caught him slipping in Bahamas on some new work
Them bitches had to do it over; new birth
But she ain’t really want me, she want the new purse
Chorus: Michael Rothschild
This is Business
They keep sayin’ this is business
Money and the bitches
Hoes this is business
Business
This is Business
Verse 2:
Stop the track bro, so I could go and get the pack
(Pronounced. Callah) If you Armenian, or hustle in the LAC
They tryna sell the dope, make a quarter, get it back
And homie osalamalekam if you speaking that
You don’t understand the terms
95 up out of a 100 of my family in them urns
Im so fuckin’ raw y’all can never steal my turn
Then them real milli shooters come and get you out the earth
I could rip the nine here, pussy let you have it
Say hi to the devil for me when you see him laughing
I’m kinda like Swizz Beatz screaming goddamit
That’s probably the only reason I’m on this pedal mashing
Talkin’ like this.. catch attorney cases
They gon wet me up, like a fella bloody racist
Pulling out the gun, I’m an ace, not a bassist
Tatted on my body, I ain’t talking spades, bitch
Chorus:
This is Business
They keep sayin’ this is business
Money and the bitches
Hoes this is business
Business
This is Business
Verse 3:
Fuck it though, I might go to table; play some keno
Meet me out in Vegas, I do business in Reno
I washed like half of that dirty money thru the casino
Gambling in Cali shitty with no craps tables
The scriptures I’m writing are dark, some would call it evil
I stand tall, people say I’m like Beanie Sigal
You know I’m never goin’ small, bitch I’m goin’ regal
I cop a Samoyed, ain’t never get a beagle
No need to talk gold, yeah, you know my desert eagle
I’m bout my business dog, Don’t you…. try to finagle
If we comin’ up on Christmas, then I’m… barely legal
Ain’t just doing it for myself, I’m doing this for my people
My life’s so crazy, no way there won’t be a sequel
I give you 50/50 then shorty we gon be equal
I told her mind your business don’t worry about pedico
They knowin’ I be killin em, shorty screamin’ like me too!
Ladies hopin’ in the boat, 50 to go
I ain’t fuckin with the blow, pssh, you already know
This is business… fuck no, ain’t sorry I’m cold
I copped the coupe with stock rims, I’m sorry I’m grown
Bastards
Run it back, up in Neiman’s when I split the racks
Then head to Saks, Patrick James, 20 shopping bags
This is business motherfucker, where you shopping at?
You pussies shopping at Mervyn’s and you ain’t coppin’ that
Shorty tryna get dirty, baby I know you wanna
She all up on to me homie knowin’ Ill never stop her
I only fuck with Louis, no Gucci, I fuck with Prada
You know I’m digging that Fendi magic like Harry Potter
Untouchable woahhdi homie like the presidents daughter
Incapable fucking parents, you claim to be a father
My bloods boiling money; brain fluid is lava
Merry Christmas, got his blood on the green Impala
Bitch
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