BUSINESS

[Verse 1: Fijimacintosh]
I'm at the spot right now, uh
Walkin' this bitch 'round the world
We gon' get the blicky
Bitch, quit lookin' at my phone
Ho, better mind yo' business, yeah
I finesse you out yo' shit right now, that's how I'm feelin', uh
And he can't put no fear my heart, I only got feelings
I can't date that bitch for nothin', I'm like "Bitch, not my feelings, yeah"
Don't try to give me no advice, fuck you and your opinion
I keep business, business, nigga, this shit never finished, yeah
I hate when a nigga call me "Brother", we not brothers
I hate when a nigga call me "Gang", we not gang
I hate when a nigga try to do the same thing, yeah
Tell the judge to free [?] outta the chain gang
Bitch, I'm posted in the Hills, I let my chain hang, uh
Hate the bust-down, I need a Plain Jane, yeah, Skellington
APs, no apologies, uh, bitch, we got RPGs for the rivalries

[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
She say she love me, if it's real, tear it on your arteries
I honestly feel like nobody can fulfill my needs
The way I'm livin', I'm gon' need a autobiography
It cost a fee to even take a fuckin' picture with me
I hang with killers, all my niggas, they got felonies
My dog got rich, I leave to crash the Trackhawk every week
And I rock everything designer, I can't do no'n' cheap
Li'l' ho keep blowin' up my phone talkin' 'bout some ass and teeth
She's started bein' this bitch

[Verse 2: Crystal Ash]
Woke up and I'm gettn' rich, all of y'all mad I got diamonds on me
I walk in the club with a stick, Irish my drip, I got Chrome on my jeans
Don't fuck with you because you are a little bitch
I make that cash, you ain't even make little bits
Feel like I murder, the way that I kill a bitch
Bitch, I been killin' shit, run up and drove away and I'm up inside the whip
My bank weigh a ton and your bank is lighter
Don't pull up, be dumb, get hit with the fire

[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
If it's real, tear it on your arteries
I honestly feel like nobody can fulfill my needs
The way I'm livin', I'm gon' need a autobiography
It cost a fee to even take a fuckin' picture with me
I hang with killers, all my niggas, they got felonies
My dog got rich, I leave to crash the Trackhawk every week
And I rock everything designer, I can't do no'n' cheap
Li'l' ho keep blowin' up my phone talkin' 'bout some ass and teeth
She's started bein' this bitch