Eastwood - What The Business Is lyrics

[Intro: Master P] Eastwood, Clyde Carson, and Master P What's the business, (Mustard on the beat, ho) [Hook: Clyde Carson] Stay on my sh**, stay on my chips We never switch, just holler what the business is I'm tryna get whatever I can, whenever I can Just holler what the business is Everybody know why you came here, girl Yeah, what the business is We ain't got time, can't play no more What the business is [Verse 1: Master P] Stay on my chips, stay on this gold Stay on these streets, stay on these hoes Stay on these n***as, stay on these blocks No limit forever, we all we got Stay in the club, stay with that heat OG person, all the bad b**hes with me And I would be drinking if it make them sing Million dollar vodka, made the world say uhm Dragged my name through the mud, TMZ and I'm back Too many zeros, my pockets be fat You n***as be hating ‘cause your b**hes be watching I see that Ralph Lauren but I'm draping Versace Hating n***as gonna get them licks Bad b**hes gonna shake them hips My partners gonna grow like molds Y'all n***as gonna hate like hoes [Hook] [Verse 2: Eastwood] Eastwood! I got a Mayweather flow, bet I knock it out I got the armies with me and they from the south Top down music, selling word of mouth LA, LA be the city and your sh** will drop b**hes rolling up, said it's time to blow Split a red, split it up, hey, you tryna smoke All I know is money, p**y, power, respect Couple bands on the stripper if she f**ing the set Hey, we ain't gotta bump, girl, just give me neck Get these s**ers, get the trippers, you should take These real live rappers, get you to make a statement While them other n***as hate on my spot, ain't no replacing that Stay on my sh**, that goes to be the whip I heard she flip, I'm yelling what the business is I stay on my tip, my n***as all trip The bloods and the cribs, I'm yelling boo, what the business is [Hook] [Verse 3: Master P] Cooler than them other n***as Shake your a** if you f**ing with me Blowing bomb at the compound Pair of shoe fly when I hop out Do what the f** I feel, do what the f** I want If you let them there, put you right on that s**er bus Ain't going for that ride Me? I prefer to drive Might not come in the club and be on time They sense, my n***a, like the got nothing to lose Living it up for all my n***as is down Get you the gang so we can vote for the crown I shine on these n***as, shine on these n***as And the ba** so many he dying on me, n***a Miles on my soda, just crying on me, n***a Gunshots, ambulance, shooting sirens for a n***a What's the signs for a n***a nowadays to make [Hook]