"BUSINESS MAN" lyrics
(feat. Juicy J)
[Juicy J:]
Ayy, man, let's get it
I can pay the bail
I will never tell on my dog
I was mixing in
Baking 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 your loss
I'm a business man
I can buy your bitch and write her off
[SXMPRA:]
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'm 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 lockbox
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' 'n shit
Like how this young mothafucka from the 86 really gonna make hits?
Bitch, I'm doin' my thang, I'm makin' a bag
A mothafucka really gotta think about his own damn biz man
For the bands
We gon' make 'em dance
I got business out in Cali, 'bout twelve hours 'til I land
Bitch, yo' music just ain't selling, well, I guess that's just too bad
Though the come up was so telling what goes up must always land
You a fad, bitch
[Juicy J:]
I can pay the bail
I will never tell on my dog
I was mixing in
Baking 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 your loss
I'm a business man
I can buy your bitch and write her off
Thug niggas
Nun but drug dealers
Hypnotized
Now they in love wit' us
Fucking up clubs wit' us
Smoking strong
Got sum 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 choose violence
Stand and fight
Folding chairs and
Throwing them hands
Would've been the best time of my life
How many hoes
You gave a chance
Then found out
That they not right
How many niggas gon' switch up
When you do sum They don't like
Now they gotta terminate on site
Dirty up my Sprite
Drop me some codeine
Pop me a all night flight
Big bag of money in sight
Riots we incite
Fires we ignite
Try us it get tight
Lose yo' life
Cooking up
In a lab like Dexter
Middle fingers up
Yeah, that's my gesture
Cut from a cloth
This not your texture
That's yo' bitch
Then why did I text her?
I can pay the bail
I will never tell on my dog
I was mixing in
Baking 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 your loss
I'm a business man
I can buy your bitch and write her off
Ayy, man, let's get it
I can pay the bail
I will never tell on my dog
I was mixing in
Baking 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 your loss
I'm a business man
I can buy your bitch and write her off
[SXMPRA:]
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'm 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 lockbox
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' 'n shit
Like how this young mothafucka from the 86 really gonna make hits?
Bitch, I'm doin' my thang, I'm makin' a bag
A mothafucka really gotta think about his own damn biz man
For the bands
We gon' make 'em dance
I got business out in Cali, 'bout twelve hours 'til I land
Bitch, yo' music just ain't selling, well, I guess that's just too bad
Though the come up was so telling what goes up must always land
You a fad, bitch
[Juicy J:]
I can pay the bail
I will never tell on my dog
I was mixing in
Baking 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 your loss
I'm a business man
I can buy your bitch and write her off
Thug niggas
Nun but drug dealers
Hypnotized
Now they in love wit' us
Fucking up clubs wit' us
Smoking strong
Got sum 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 choose violence
Stand and fight
Folding chairs and
Throwing them hands
Would've been the best time of my life
How many hoes
You gave a chance
Then found out
That they not right
How many niggas gon' switch up
When you do sum They don't like
Now they gotta terminate on site
Dirty up my Sprite
Drop me some codeine
Pop me a all night flight
Big bag of money in sight
Riots we incite
Fires we ignite
Try us it get tight
Lose yo' life
Cooking up
In a lab like Dexter
Middle fingers up
Yeah, that's my gesture
Cut from a cloth
This not your texture
That's yo' bitch
Then why did I text her?
I can pay the bail
I will never tell on my dog
I was mixing in
Baking 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 your loss
I'm a business man
I can buy your bitch and write her off
