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This for my homies, uh We gotta get it, till all my family make it Fuck it I'll pay it pimpin' I ain't fuckin' with bustas Hoes they tryin' to fuck me Pussy can get you caught up Set you over some duckets Tell 'em I'm bout the business, money over these bitches Breakin' bread with my niggas, strangers make me suspicious Keep it real if you're bout it Never fall off your focus, business between the family Boppers need more controllin' Laws get right behind me, I hit the signal Movin' in on my hustle, don't see them niggas All praise to my savior, thanks for the paper Jordans and Alligators, that's just my flavor Bottles come by the buckets, uh Beautiful ugly, uh Stunnin' in public, uh These haters love it Wait till the moon out, foreigns and jewels out Choose or lose now, that's what my crew bout Bitch I'm bout my business Bitch I'm bout my business Bitch I'm bout my business SongtexteBitch I'm bout my business Bitch I'm bout my business This for them bitches, clockin' my figures See it, want it, and buy it, motherfuck how I spend it I ain't playin' with bustas, chickens that known for cluckin' Finger lickin' and suckin', watch your head 'for you tuck it Tell 'em I come for millions, money tucked in the ceilin' Padded pigs and beef grillin', balling'll hurt they feelin's Keep it real if you scared, never front I'm just flexing Keep your hands on the wheel, 'laxing can make you reckless Tacklers get right behind me, I push the limit Do it there with the muffler, like come and get it All praise to my savior, during life and after Everyone collectin', can't trust a pastor Problems come by the dozen, uh Hate it or love it, uh Live for the moment, uh Fake till you on it Wait till the moon out Foreigns and jewels out, we in to win now Thats what my crew's bout Bitch I'm bout my business Bitch I'm bout my business Bitch I'm bout my business Bitch I'm bout my business Bitch I'm bout my business Aus Songtexte Mania