My Business

[Verse 1: Young Roddy] The Feds on my truck cause I'm gettin' that money with no job From sun-up to sundown, a nigga done came up in no time By countin' that money; I told that bitch I need a blowjob She's sniffin' that white girl like Tony, this bitch need a nose job You need it, I got it; you want it, I got it; that's no problem Thirty-six O's, nigga; twenty-eight grams cause they know 'bout it I come from the 'jects, got a gun on the jet; I'm the co-pilot I hustle that yola; this cocaine music like Yo Gotti This shit never fail; I'm catchin' a flight and then catchin' a body They told me I couldn't I made it this far, ain't no lookin' behind me Them niggas be hatin', them hoes be stalkin', them cops be watchin' They bitin' my style I switched up my style, but they still gon' copy I'm mindin' my business My mind on my business I'm buildin' a business Man, I was trippin, I got off that sofa and had to go get it I'm tryin' to stay safe, them niggas they givin' out toe tags But I'm gettin' paid, I got dead pres in that brown bag [Hook: Young Roddy] And I been ridin' round makin' money all day Fuckin' bitches, makin' that money all day Been on my Grizzly makin' that money all day Nigga been busy makin' that money all day And I been ridin' round makin' money all day Fuckin' bitches, makin' that money all day Been on my Grizzly makin' that money all day Nigga been busy makin' that money all day [Verse 2: Curren$y] On my mind, in my pocket, in my wallet Shoe boxes, mattresses, safety deposits; various options Got it from plottin', watchin', playin' and scoutin' Bad bitches drive from Miami Scannin' the room, some niggas is scammers Sheisters, rhyme-biters, infiltrators, crew dividers We can't let them beside us, that could destroy the cypher Never that, though Hennessy Viper, park it by the back, though Getaway car driven with precision Makin' turns in them blades sharp Don't get hurt on the curb, bitch We really stars, them other niggas is herbs We satellite-high, still on Earth, absurd The shit a nigga do with them words, they like birds Flip 'em like flapjacks; Spitta make that paper stack Fuck what you heard, nigga really in it One of the livest till them suckers try But never, ever, will I, die [Hook: Young Roddy] And I been ridin' round makin' money all day Fuckin' bitches makin' that money all day Been on my Grizzly makin' that money all day Nigga been busy makin' that money all day And I been ridin' round makin' money all day Fuckin' bitches, makin' that money all day Been on my Grizzly makin' that money all day Nigga been busy makin' that money all day