Business (feat. Max B)

Uh, 'nother Young Los classic, so classic

Uh, I usually don't share these

But I'ma put my boy on this one

French Montana, AKA Macaroni with the cheese

That's my guy, it's your boy Biggavel

It's that Coke Wave, sing that shit baby, uh, so groovy

Baby, here it is (here it is)

I'm just tryna handle my business (business)

I'm a soldier, this world is so colder

We went through so many struggles as mama got older (older)

We did it once and we gon' do it again (again)

See, I get at a nigga like it's nothing, Bigga back

Why don't you just cut them niggas slack, dipping in the trap

Me and French on the bench, talking shit through the shit

Know they love me and Ben Bity with the C's

Sam G said "Max, won't you get a nigga out of here?"

Baby mama think I don't care, she be stressing me

Told me "Kingy, why you always gotta hit 'em?"

I'ma get 'em, 'cause mama never raised a quitter

Make them bitches work just to get the dick, baby you so talented

If you ever in trouble, the Lord will get you out of it

Treat me baby, not a net, I ain't tryna go it wasn't me

I ain't give my cousin the keys, I was in the trees

Probably tucking in, backseat, bucket Benz

Slipped the jimmy and stuck it in, made her scream

Wavy for the first time, all these bitches wanna be my wife

Finally I seen the light, check

Baby, here it is (here it is)

I'm just tryna handle my business (business)

I'm a soldier, this world is so colder

We went through so many struggles as mama got older (older)

We did it once and we gon' do it again (again)

Uh, I got feds on a nigga back

Shorty steady whining, we don't spend time, heavy on the trap

Right around the corner where them boys ran up on us

Threw the burner in the bushes then they put them cuffs on me

Watch your mama looking through them shades

See her boy in handcuffs (syrup)

Couldn't stop moving the tan stuff, man up

Fuck a pack, move weight, get mines off top

Get drops at the gate, for the paper, for a plate

Linked up my nigga Max, Coke Wave, couple stacks

Off day, no tax, keep that off wax

Nigga need new pussy, balance with the old

And all they respect is violence and the dough

All we tryna do is to balance out the mood

And now we got the streets, ain't nothing you can do

They don't come close to that homie Young Los

It's Max, watch that money come back, Montana

Baby, here it is (here it is)

I'm just tryna handle my business (business)

I'm a soldier, this world is so colder

We went through so many struggles as mama got older (older)

We did it once and we gon' do it again (again)