Nothing Else to Do

[Verse 1] You niggas need to mind ya mothafuckin' business And I'm talking to whoever felt offended I said it with a candy cane in my mouth (why's that?) So these mothafuckas know I meant it The car I'm driving is vintage and I'm sitting on inches These Atlanta hoes think I'm the bomb, '96 Olympics But they ain't give me no playback when I was stuck in those trenches Now they on my Twitter page, all over my mentions But I don't pay 'em no attention, probably cause I don't trust 'em I fuck 'em good but I don't cuff 'em, I know they hoes but I don't judge 'em These rap niggas is wack to me, I think I'm better than most of 'em There's only two fly niggas in the game and baby girl I'm both of 'em [Hook x2] So you should know that (I'm gettin' money) I'm always on my grind (I'm gettin' money) 24 hours (I'm gettin' money) Cause ain't nothing else to do (I'm gettin' money) [Verse 2] So while you niggas chilling wit' ya feet up Me and my niggas out in San Frans finna re-up And I'm getting money out the country I ain't talking credit cards when I say I need a Visa Call me Mr. International, stayed inside some vaginal My bitches call me Bob cause I do the shit a mack'll do This gold'll cost a few stacks, you want me on the track wit' you I came a long way from slanging sacks on the avenue Prynce, I don't do what them other rappers do I'm stuck up, I got a gettin-money type of attitude Yea I rap but I'm a ex-pimp slash trapper too I had the green, my partna had the caine like the Kappas do [Hook x2]