Mind Yo Business ft. Crispy Gotti Lyrics

Ooh, C.Y.N. playin' crazy

Mind your business, please stay out of my mind

Heard them niggas lookin' for me, howlin' I ain't hard to find

I go anywhere I want, I be in and out of town

I be chasin' after money, baby, I ain't got the time

Mind your business, please stay out of my mind

Heard them niggas lookin' for me, howlin' I ain't hard to find

I go anywhere I want, I be in and out of town

I be chasin' after money, baby, I ain't got the time

Valet parked the car, you can leave this bitch runnin

How your ass comin' fat, but it's matchin' with your stomach

I ain't thinkin' bout your hoes, I'ma cut her with the money

Had to cut my mans off, he be fuckin' up the money

It go money over hoes, bros over you

She's just damn near faintin' when she see me in a coupe

You see thousand dollar shoes when I'm walkin' out of truth

I can hit a nigga time with the pills and the juice

I can fuck niggas how I never fucked with him

I'm out my own business, I don't even trust niggas

Oh, you for me? Well, bae, just hit your knees then

You wanna bless him? Well, bitch, you better sneeze then

I'm goin' in, money never runnin' out

You the lame type of nigga with my name in your mouth

You do what the broads do, tell your ho to follow through

Don't let that nigga in, but the hoes all cool

Mind your business, please stay out of my mind

Heard them niggas lookin' for me, howlin' I ain't hard to find

I go anywhere I want, I be in and out of town

I be chasin' after money, baby, I ain't got the time

Mind your business, please stay out of my mind

Heard them niggas lookin' for me, howlin' I ain't hard to find

I go anywhere I want, I be in and out of town

I be chasin' after money, baby, I ain't got the time

Please stay out of my business, nigga, I ain't got the time

I'm too busy chasin' paper, why you scared to come outside

60 days on that road, I'ma come back when it's time

Guarantee when I get back, I'm bustin' everything down

Droppin' 50 in the Buffy, spendin' 60 on a Rollie

That's 100 just to flex with another onion on me

Lil' bro always trippin, he done pulled up in a Stoli

You can keep that lil' shit, I'ma kill you if you owe me

Cuz' it's fuckin' niggas, naw, I don't fuck with them

Yeah, that's your bitch, but she always keep in touch, nigga

You outta luck if you think that you can fuck with game

I make them bitches disappear like I'm David Blaine

So, nigga, mind your damn business, keep my name out your mouth

You go ghost like the birds when they headin' down south

You play the game wrong, I guarantee that you gon' fall out

I'm the head nigga in charge, 296, I'm dyin' vault

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