Business Over Feelings Lyrics

Add then multiply if anything divide you got to subtract it

You could run it up all you want but it don't mean shit if you don't stack it

How the fuck I look like seeing opportunity and not grab it

How the fuck you claim you solid preaching shit that you don't practice

If it's one thing that's for certain if I ain't upping it I won't flash it

Overdosed a money addict, wake up hustle with a passion

Still imagine shit be graphic seeing Matic in the casket

It's gon take a lot to put that shit under the rug and try to get past it

I took risk these niggas wouldn't

I did shit these niggas couldn't

Under pressure I perform

I'm a vet these niggas rookies

Underestimated first, now it's hard to overlook me

How you put it on? To the fullest

My bitch chocolate, taste like pudding

She know the pro's outweigh the con's

She gon think twice before she leave me

They'll direct till I'm good but if it's above them they'll mislead me

Any bitch that tried to leave me, best believe I raked em up

I ain't claustrophobic but I need some space up in my truck

I need stars in my ceilings

I need bank accounts to fill in

I need millions, billions, trillions

So I put business over feelings

Be a hero? Be a villain?

I choose where the paper at

The way I hold the money ransom would've thought I was running track

Add then multiply if anything divide you got to subtract it

You could run it up all you want but it don't mean shit if you don't stack it

How the fuck I look like seeing opportunity and not grab it

How the fuck you claim you solid preaching shit that you don't practice

If it's one thing that's for certain if I ain't upping it I won't flash it

Overdosed a money addict, wake up hustle with a passion

Still imagine shit be graphic seeing Matic in the casket

It's gon take a lot to put that shit under the rug and try to get past it

No Shane, I can't complain trust me I had badder years (Battier)

Still remained a stand up nigga with support or if I get a cheer (Chair)

We was sharing clothes to bag hoes, we ain't have no gear

If she can't make her own dollar that bitch gon get left in the rear

She got her own crib, her own car

Own diploma, own job

I love me a pretty bitch her face alone gon get me hard

I'll assist up with your problem's stay down you gon get that lob

Love it when your edges laid, love it when you get that bob

She work out from time to time but she a natural baddie

Body shaped she look like Ocho but she ain't play for Cincinnati

She text me like she need her back rubbed, tell her send the addy

Record whatever you want, don't put my face in & never at me

Add then multiply if anything divide you got to subtract it

You could run it up all you want but it don't mean shit if you don't stack it

How the fuck I look like seeing opportunity and not grab it

How the fuck you claim you solid preaching shit that you don't practice

If it's one thing that's for certain if I ain't upping it I won't flash it

Overdosed a money addict, wake up hustle with a passion

Still imagine shit be graphic seeing Matic in the casket

It's gon take a lot to put that shit under the rug and try to get past it