Get out my business my business Stay the fuck up out my business Cause these niggas all up in my shit (2x) And its my business my business Stay the fuck up out my business Cause its mine o mine
(verse 1)
Now how did you get that platinum chain wit them diamonds in it Where you get that matching benz wit the windows tinted Who them girls you be wit when you be riding through And I aint got nothing to prove You chose to lose I chose to cruise And sip boose fool Tell me whos your weed man and how do you smoke so good Yous a superstar boy so why you til up in the hood Now what in the world is in that bag What you got in that bag A couple of cans of whoop ass You did a good ass job of just eyeing me spying
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Thats for me to know bitch Not for you to find out Thats for me to know bitch Not for you to find out (2x) Thats for me to know bitch Not for you to find out Not for you to find out And not for you to find out
(verse 2)
Is that your wife You girlfriend Or is that your main bitch How much money do yall be makin And are you really that rich Are those rumors really true about the size of your dick Man I done heard plenty of chicks You ask around plenty of tricks Passed around pound for pound You always hiding out So where the hell do you live How many cars do you have Are better yet how many cribs What in the world is in that room Why cant I go in that room Because that spells doom Get it doom Get it doom doom
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