BUSINESS MAN (feat. Juicy J)

Ayy, man, let's get it

I can pay the bail, I will never tell on my dawg

I was mixin' in, bakin' soda blend with the raw

Niggas fake as hell, actin' like you him, but you flawed

Why the real dyin'? Why the fuck niggas takin' off?

This for real, ain't no deals, niggas payin' what it cost

Know some scammers, they can get you right, just pay 'em for the sauce

Say you broke, ain't got no money, damn, sorry for yo' loss

I'm a businessman, I can buy yo' bitch and write her off

B-b-b-b-bitch, I write her off, creepin' up outta my box, rippin' 'em up with a saw

Move with the wind like a phantom, I stand in the shadows, and pop out the cut with the bars

Dearly departed, I mark 'em, I parkin' the whip, and I'm hoppin' out under the stars

They don't really want it but they really gonna get it 'cause I'm in this too deep, bitch, I've come just too far

Itty bitty motherfuckers, really be the ones with the dreams of a drop top, never gonna pop off

Off top, I can think about a couple of motherfuckers that wanna put a bullet in my lock-box

Hop off of my cock, bitch, you never gonna be me, see me, pussy-boy, flee me

Four deep in the G to the O-D-Z-I and the double-L-A, baby

Uh, and I'm back in this bitch, flow game cold like a MAC in this bitch

Ain't nobody really wanna dance with the kid

Got the game fucked up, when I'm rappin' and shit, like

How this, how this young motherfucker from the '86 really make these hits?

Bitch, I'm doin' my thang, I'm makin' a bag

A motherfucker really gotta think about his own damn biz, man

For the bands, we gon' make 'em dance

I got business out in Cali', 'bout 12 hours 'til I land

Bitch, yo' music just ain't sellin', well, I guess that's just too bad

Though the come up was so tellin', what goes up must always land, you a fad, bitch

I can pay the bail, I will never tell on my dawg

I was mixin' in, bakin' soda blend with the raw

Niggas fake as hell, actin' like you him, but you flawed

Why the real dyin'? Why the fuck niggas takin' off?

This for real, ain't no deals, niggas payin' what it cost

Know some scammers, they can get you right, just pay 'em for the sauce

Say you broke, ain't got no money, damn, sorry for yo' loss

I'm a businessman, I can buy yo' bitch and write her off

Thug-thug-thug niggas, none but drug dealers

Hypnotized, they in love wit' us, fuckin' up clubs wit' us, smokin' strong

Got some bud wit' us, cough up a lung wit' us, don't get sent off like a dove, nigga

We got subs, nigga, sub machines, not Jersey Mike's

I chose violence, stand and fight, foldin' chairs and throwin' 'em hands

Would've been the best time of my life, how many hoes you gave a chance?

Then found out that we're not right, how many niggas gon' switch up?

So you do some they don't like, now they gotta terminate on site

Used to dirty up my Sprite, ayy, drop me some codeine

Ayy, pop me an all night flight, ayy, big bag of money in sight

Ayy, riots we incite, ayy, fires we ignite

Yeah, try us, it get light, lose yo' life

Cookin' up in a lab like Dexter

Middle fingers up, yeah, that's my gesture

Cut from a cloth, this not yo' texture

That's yo' bitch, then why did I text her?

I can pay the bail, I will never tell on my dawg

I was mixin' in, bakin' soda blend with the raw

Niggas fake as hell, actin' like you him, but you flawed

Why the real dyin'? Why the fuck niggas takin' off?

This for real, ain't no deals, niggas payin' what it cost

Know some scammers, they can get you right, just pay 'em for the sauce

Say you broke, ain't got no money, damn, sorry for yo' loss

I'm a businessman, I can buy yo' bitch and write her off