My Biz

(Intro) Yo Los Big Dot We got one baby I don't even think they ready for this Hello, ayo Verse 1: Yo, yesterday I got a call from Puff Said, "What you doin'?" Said, "Doin' me Shit what you doin'?" He said, "Makin' a plan," I said, "Plan for who?" He said, "You and me," Most money, most swag, might as well shut this bitch down And fuck them haters when I hanged up Tell 'em kiss your ass cause you rich now Said cool ain't nothing, dudes ain’t stunting On the block in my city, did the two lane duckin' Did the trap in my city and my crew ain’t jumping How? What? When? Where? Nigga who ain’t coming? Flexing, we never lay 'em out, my clique 'bout that fly shit And the best thing that ever came out your bitch mouth was my dick Hell no, no ho, don’t bust no pimp Niggas better catch up like a condiment And I’m fly as hell, don’t start no shit See my YSLs cost condo rent Man my money so good and my clique so bad And my Rollie don’t tick and my bitch don't nag And you just don't swag like me my guy Automatic swag; I need not try She never seen no boy that clean Better cuff that bitch, like Jordache jeans If we on that scene better lock that nigga Catch me in the section where all the Ciroc at nigga Roll up in the peach get her box wet nigga Got Rockets, Heat, Bosh, Yao How we ball up in the club; yikes, sheesh, gosh, wow... Bridge: They like, "Damn what’s happenin' my G?" Man I'm probably blowin' dough on my bitches, you know Swinging through the block in a brand new two-door Rolling slow in them digits Probably got models over here, bottles in the air Blowing dro with my niggas Homie I grind, I shine, and I mind my business Hook: I mind my business My business, my business I mind my business My business, my business What? What they say 'bout me? Fuck what they say 'bout me If it ain’t 'bout money then it ain’t 'bout me If it ain’t 'bout money then it ain’t 'bout me I mind my business Verse 2: My new thing and I get my Liu Kang on Bumping 2 Chainz and I got two chains on Got the Loubuitons on these groupie broads Drop top, guts out like a sushi bar I don’t trick motherfucker, I don’t choose yo broad She make a wish ‘cause she lookin' up to a star Couple bottles, few cigars At the green like Tiger when he shoot for par, I gotta lose yo part, I gotta go ahead I got a old Chevy, new wheels I got a old plan to get new money Oh you mad I got a new deal? A few pills and she go off Like her two heels and her Trues will I mean after all I do rap and ball You know Meek Mill? Lou Will? One rap one ball, get it rap and ball Like J. Kidd when I grab the ball They can’t play me, I’m all nets like Jay-Z’s basketball team, King Los, shot good like I could’ve played for the Mavs, I’m King Los and I’m so good that I could’ve stayed with the Cavs No diss to Bron Bron, niggas get yo pompoms I’m sippin' Chandon and my sneakers Sean John From a block where they flip it then they get it gone gone Miss my homies in the feds and my niggas long gone Don't floss 'round me, baby getcha strong arm Hope your arms strong cause my niggas shoot like Armstrong Standing on the couch and we blowin' strong strong You ain’t getting no money, that’s funny what's wrong? Bridge: They like, "Damn what’s happenin' my G?" Man I'm probably blowin' dough on my bitches, you know Swinging through the block in a brand new two-door Rolling slow in them digits Probably got models over here, bottles in the air Blowing dro with my niggas Homie I grind, I shine, and I mind my business Hook: I mind my business My business, my business I mind my business My business, my business What? What they say 'bout me? Fuck what they say 'bout me If it ain’t 'bout money then it ain’t 'bout me If it ain’t 'bout money then it ain’t 'bout me I mind my business