Curren$y - My Business lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Roddy] The Feds on my truck cause I'm gettin' that money with no job From sun-up to sundown, a n***a done came up in no time By countin' that money; I told that b**h I need a bl**job She's sniffin' that white girl like Tony, this b**h need a nose job You need it, I got it; you want it, I got it; that's no problem Thirty-six O's, n***a; twenty-eight grams cause they know 'bout it I come from the 'jects, got a gun on the jet; I'm the co-pilot I hustle that yola; this c**aine music like Yo Gotti This sh** never fail; I'm catchin' a flight and then catchin' a body They told me I couldn't I made it this far, ain't no lookin' behind me Them n***as be hatin', them hoes be stalkin', them cops be watchin' They bitin' my style I switched up my style, but they still gon' copy I'm mindin' my business My mind on my business I'm buildin' a business Man, I was trippin, I got off that sofa and had to go get it I'm tryin' to stay safe, them n***as they givin' out toe tags But I'm gettin' paid, I got dead pres in that brown bag [Hook: Young Roddy] And I been ridin' round makin' money all day f**in' b**hes, makin' that money all day Been on my Grizzly makin' that money all day n***a been busy makin' that money all day And I been ridin' round makin' money all day f**in' b**hes, makin' that money all day Been on my Grizzly makin' that money all day n***a been busy makin' that money all day [Verse 2: Curren$y] On my mind, in my pocket, in my wallet Shoe boxes, mattresses, safety deposits; various options Got it from plottin', watchin', playin' and scoutin' Bad b**hes drive from Miami Scannin' the room, some n***as is scammers Sheisters, rhyme-biters, infiltrators, crew dividers We can't let them beside us, that could destroy the cypher Never that, though Hennessy Viper, park it by the back, though Getaway car driven with precision Makin' turns in them blades sharp Don't get hurt on the curb, b**h We really stars, them other n***as is herbs We satellite-high, still on Earth, absurd The sh** a n***a do with them words, they like birds Flip 'em like flapjacks; Spitta make that paper stack f** what you heard, n***a really in it One of the livest till them s**ers try But never, ever, will I, die [Hook: Young Roddy] And I been ridin' round makin' money all day f**in' b**hes makin' that money all day Been on my Grizzly makin' that money all day n***a been busy makin' that money all day And I been ridin' round makin' money all day f**in' b**hes, makin' that money all day Been on my Grizzly makin' that money all day n***a been busy makin' that money all day