HANDLING BUSINESS (with Tory Lanez)

Hold me down, know I'm deep in

Hold me down, know I'm deep

(Beezo need cash only, you dig?)

(OG Parker)

I go Cartier bracelet and Cartier watch, I stack multiple Cartier metals on wrist

Hundred more thousand gon' equal a whole 'nother million, I'm rich as a fuck in this bitch

DD be flexin', I'm punchin' the Lambo' like Devin, I might just Gervonta the whip

Lambo', it sit on the floor, I'ma have to get low if I wanted to hop in this bitch

Michelin Star with my shorty, the menu expensive, the bill is a thousand a pop

Since I became a celebrity, no movin' regularly, can't even grocery shop

Moonwalkin' in Calabasas, the mansion is massive, I stay at the tippity top

Cuban link on me is heavy, the diamonds is pure as the fuck, you can see through the rock

Gallery shorts and the Gallery socks

Fresh as a bitch and he mad that he not

He not a threat, I can't call him an opp

These little niggas be prayin' I flop

Fuck all that, that beefin' on internet, niggas ain't into that

He actin' tough when he not

I wanna see when I meet the lil' nigga in person if all of that energy stop

I ain't got time for no talkin', let's get to the business

We're makin' some money or what?

Chase wanna make me a new private client

They see my account, and I'm runnin' it up

IRS audit, I show 'em what's up

Ain't nothin' funny 'bout none of my bucks

I got momentum, I'm havin' my way

With this shit and ain't nobody fuckin' it up

Legally rich, I invented finesse

Gettin' deposits be better than sex

When I'm on tour, these women in line

For the bus like I'm filmin' a season of Next

If she's an eight, she can come on the bus

If she's a ten, she can come to the back

Don't even know her, but I hit her in Indiana

And now the next show in the 'Raq

I'm livin' life like this shit never endin'

Bottles and bottles and women on women

I like to go out after handlin' business

I'm livin' life like this shit never endin'

Bottles and bottles and women on women

I like to go out after handlin' business (ay, ay)

Stick to my cell and I think 'bout the rumors and shit that they're sellin'

The money in pocket, it's heavy, I can't even count it

I just gotta get it, go scale it and fuck it, let's talk 'bout the rumors

They sent me to prison and gave me a ten piece 'cause I wasn't tellin'

But I made a oath to the city to never go snitchin'

Even if it kill me or make me a felon

I go out to visit and bag the bitch out

The baddest bitch out there, then slapped the shit out ya

Sent me to prison and all that it taught me

If it go down, how to stab the shit out ya

Tommy's in bunkers, the knives, the thumpers

The lock in the socks, just to crack the shit out ya

I call a shot on the yard, you're a problem

I'ma send out a hit and CashApp the shit out ya

Standin' on business is standin' on business

JPay the killers to stand on the witness

COs are hatin', they're bannin' my visits

They're claimin' they caught me with hands on the titties

War back-to-back, and we're spinnin' and spinnin'

My young nigga sayin' he been gettin' dizzy

I be up prayin' and waitin' for the day

That niggas come for me the way he did Drizzy

I got the card in the wallet, and big brodie problem's

My problems, so fuck how you're feelin' about it

Brodie gon' stand on his own with 2024, ain't no fair ones in Toronto

Pablo, I told you these niggas was talkin' about us

And poppin' this shit 'cause we got it

If they had a dollar for every time we think about 'em

They wouldn't even have a dollar

Shorty, my city talks about me highly

Know that these bitches never can deny me

Only one thing I regret on that night is jumpin' up outta the pool with Kylie

I got the dogs, the wolves, they slimey

I'm even comin' home sooner than I think

They thought that I wasn't recordin' inside of the cell

Like I wasn't spittin' the fire in hell

Like I wasn't crackin' the code and as if that ain't the real reason why I'm in the jail

I had to say, "Hello, goodbye," from the other side, like I was Adele

And somethin' real good gon' come out the appeal

Just don't bust a U-ey when I'm out the cell, lil' bitch

DDG, you know what's happenin' twin

Canada (umbrella)