Draft - This Is Business lyrics

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Draft - This Is Business lyrics

Verse 1: Babies dying you incompetent? Mothers and motherf**ers that's feeling confident Keep bringing up your accomplishments Lets check your astonishment and responsiveness Going out for the weekend, never show no weakness But take it all in; the darkness that im speaking Your high's gettin' stronger, Thizz started peaking Them feds try to spot me from another beacon That ain't never gon work You could smell the tax write-off on my new shirt Every motherf**in' year you know I'm switchin' new turf Don't mind me fella I'm just seeing what chu dudes worth They had to take him to a new church Caught him slipping in Bahamas on some new work Them b**hes had to do it over; new birth But she ain't really want me, she want the new purse Chorus: Michael Rothschild This is Business They keep sayin' this is business Money and the b**hes Hoes this is business Business This is Business Verse 2: Stop the track bro, so I could go and get the pack (Pronounced. Callah) If you Armenian, or hustle in the LAC They tryna sell the dope, make a quarter, get it back And homie osalamalekam if you speaking that You don't understand the terms 95 up out of a 100 of my family in them urns Im so f**in' raw y'all can never steal my turn Then them real milli shooters come and get you out the earth I could rip the nine here, p**y let you have it Say hi to the devil for me when you see him laughing I'm kinda like Swizz Beatz screaming goddamit That's probably the only reason I'm on this pedal mashing Talkin' like this.. catch attorney cases They gon wet me up, like a fella bloody racist Pulling out the gun, I'm an ace, not a ba**ist Tatted on my body, I ain't talking spades, b**h Chorus: This is Business They keep sayin' this is business Money and the b**hes Hoes this is business Business This is Business Verse 3: f** it though, I might go to table; play some keno Meet me out in Vegas, I do business in Reno I washed like half of that dirty money thru the casino Gambling in Cali sh**ty with no craps tables The scriptures I'm writing are dark, some would call it evil I stand tall, people say I'm like Beanie Sigal You know I'm never goin' small, b**h I'm goin' regal I cop a Samoyed, ain't never get a beagle No need to talk gold, yeah, you know my desert eagle I'm bout my business dog, Don't you…. try to finagle If we comin' up on Christmas, then I'm… barely legal Ain't just doing it for myself, I'm doing this for my people My life's so crazy, no way there won't be a sequel I give you 50/50 then shorty we gon be equal I told her mind your business don't worry about pedico They knowin' I be k**in em, shorty screamin' like me too! Ladies hopin' in the boat, 50 to go I ain't f**in with the blow, pssh, you already know This is business… f** no, ain't sorry I'm cold I copped the coupe with stock rims, I'm sorry I'm grown ba*tards Run it back, up in Neiman's when I split the racks Then head to Saks, Patrick James, 20 shopping bags This is business motherf**er, where you shopping at? You pussies shopping at Mervyn's and you ain't coppin' that Shorty tryna get dirty, baby I know you wanna She all up on to me homie knowin' Ill never stop her I only f** with Louis, no Gucci, I f** with Prada You know I'm digging that Fendi magic like Harry Potter Untouchable woahhdi homie like the presidents daughter Incapable f**ing parents, you claim to be a father My bloods boiling money; brain fluid is lava Merry Christmas, got his blood on the green Impala b**h

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