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(Intro) Yo Los Big Dot You got one Biggie I need 50 racks for this Hello, ayo (Verse) Yo, yesterday I got a call from Pac Say what you doin? So you doin me Shit wutchu doin? You said makin a plan I said a plan for who? You said you and me Most money, most swag, might as well shut this bitch down And fuck them haters when I hanged up Tell em kiss yo ass cuz you rich now Say your crew ain't nothing, dudes ain't stuntin On a brick in my city, do the 2-lane poppin I'm attracting my city then my crew ain't jumping high What? When? Where? Nigga who ain't comin Flexin, we never lay em out My clique brought that fly shit And the best thing that ever came out yo bitch mouth was my dick Hell no, no hoe, don't bust no peep Niggas better catch up like a condo And I'm fly as hell, don't start no shit SongtexteSee my YSL's cost condo whip Man my money so good and my clique so bad And my Rollie don't tic and my bitch gon nag And you just don't swag like me, my God Automatic swag, I need not try So you never seen no boy that clean Better cuff that bitch, that joy, nice jeans We be on it, so you better lick that nigga Catch me in the section with all the support yea nigga You'll be the freescaler, packs well nigga Got rackets, heat, Porsche no (Bridge) Boy we ball up in the club Gangsta she's gosh woah Be like that, what's happenin in my Jeep? Man you tryna blow dough on my bitches You know, swinging through the block in a brand new 2 door Rolling slow with them bitches Probably got models over here, bottles in the air Blow a joint with my niggas Homie I grind, I sign and I mind my business (Hook) I mind my business My business, my business I mind my business My business, my business What? What they say bout me? Fuck what they say bout me If it ain't bout money then it ain't bout me If it ain't bout money then it ain't bout me I mind my business (Verse) My new thing and I get my Liu Kang on But with 2 chains and I got 2 chains on Got the Loubuitons on these groupie broads Drop top, gut's off like a sushi bar I don't trip motherfucker, I don't choose yo broad She make a wish cause you lookin up to the stars Couple bottles, few cigars At the green light, tackle when she shoot for part I gotta lose yo part, I gotta go ahead I got a old Chevy, new wheels I got a old plan to get new money Oh you mad I got a new deal? A few pills and she go off Like her 2 heels and her choose will I mean after all I do rappin boy You know Meek Mill? Lou Win I'm gonna wrap one ball, get a wrappin ball Like JFK when I grab the ball They can't play me, I'm all nets like Jay-Z's basketball team King Los, shot good like I could've played for the Metz I'm King Los and I'm so good that I could've stayed with the cash And just the broad broad, niggas get yo pompoms I'm sippin Sean Dom and my sneakers Sean John Fit my block then it fit me then they get it gone gone That's my homies and the feds and my niggas long gone No flash round me, baby get strong arm Move your arms strong cause my niggas shoot like Armstrong Standing on the couch and we blowin strong strong Ye ain't getting no money, that's fuckin much wrong (Bridge) Boy we ball up in the club Gangsta she's gosh woah Be like that, what's happenin in my Jeep? Man you tryna blow dough on my bitches You know, swinging through the block in a brand new 2 door Rolling slow with them bitches Probably got models over here, bottles in the air Blow a joint with my niggas Homie I grind, I sign and I mind my business (Hook) I mind my business My business, my business I mind my business My business, my business What? What they say bout me? Fuck what they say bout me If it ain't bout money then it ain't bout me If it ain't bout money then it ain't bout me I mind my business Aus Songtexte Mania