Business ft. Jaybee Lyrics

Yeah, bitch, leave me alone I don't want your (uh)

Yeah, please leave me alone Yeah, metro high like

Don't wanna talk up on the phone Yeah, lil' bitch, just leave me alone

I don't talk up on no phone KCUF in the building Nigga

So, bitch, leave me alone No, we don't give a fuck bout your feelings, nigga

No, we don't give no fuck bout your feelings

Touchin' this bag, you get hit with a hollow Everywhere that I go, they gon' follow

Posing for pictures like I was a model No, she can't fuck, just swallow

She ain't a keeper, I'm just tryna borrow She a tweaker like Demi Lovato

I broke her heart, got her drownin' in sorrow it ain't that Deep she'll feel better tomorrow

Lil' nigga, fuck is you thinkin'? Huey ran up and got turned to a victim

Nigga, you know we gon' blitz em, spin back again if my niggas don't hit em (what)

Like, don't run, he trippin' Remember when Jermey talked and we had to go blitz em

THC all in my system Too many niggas that I could be dissin (Dissin)

(yeah, no I'm not paying attention)

(Yeah, lil' nigga, fuck out my mentions I don't give a fuck bout you, bout none of your bitches)

(Can't wait till that day I get money, I'm stackin' my riches)

(Niggas think I'm rich, but I came from the trenches)

(Just a young lil nigga hanging outside round them benches)

(Yeah, still a young nigga, but I really be standin' on business)

Business, Business, Business, Business, ayy Young nigga standin' on Business, ayy

Got the fuck up out the trenches 007, that James Bond livin

I cannot fuck with these bitches running up cheques in a minute

Bitches love spending ' spending, spending, spending, spending, spending, spending, spending, spending

Gang, all these bitches want me just for the spinach

Callin' me papi, I ain't even Spanish

Talkin' down, send a couple my mans

Talkin' down, we pull up and we drillin

Pull up hop out the coupe like a villain

Stars on the roof, just look at the ceiling

We Killin' everybody if they ain't with it

they jaws droppin', don't believe that we did it

I hit up that boy Lil Dooda I told him pull up

And he came with a shooter

My clip, it came with a ruler

That's six millimeters, that shoot out my ruler

Nah, I don't need a bitch from Hooters

I got all these bitches, I'm pickin' like boogers (uhhh)

Range Rover, not a scooter

These niggas just pissed that Jaybee be the ruler

Gang, I don't think these niggas fresher or cooler

I don't think these niggas fresher than a dooda

I heard that these niggas talkin' on Malaki

I just think they want the mula (fax)

stay still might shoot ya

When under fear, you are losers

Cause we keeping calm, when y'all put in that situation yall actin like losers

Don't wanna talk up on no phone

Lil' bitch jus leave me alone

I don't talk up on no phone

So bitch, leave me alone

No, we don't give a fuck about your feelings, nigga

KCUF in the building