My Biz
Los
Yo Los Big Dot We got one baby
I don't even think they ready for this
Hello, ayo
Yo, yesterday I got a call from Puff
Said, "What you doin'?" Said, "Doin' me
Shit what you doin'?" He said, "Makin' a plan,"
I said, "Plan for who?" He said, "You and me,"
Most money, most swag, might as well shut this bitch down
And fuck them haters when I hanged up
Tell 'em kiss your ass cause you rich now
Said cool ain't nothing, dudes ain’t stunting
On the block in my city, did the two lane duckin'
Did the trap in my city and my crew ain’t jumping
How? What? When? Where? Nigga who ain’t coming?
Flexing, we never lay 'em out, my clique 'bout that fly shit
And the best thing that ever came out your bitch mouth was my dick
Hell no, no ho, don’t bust no pimp
Niggas better catch up like a condiment
And I’m fly as hell, don’t start no shit
See my YSLs cost condo rent
Man my money so good and my clique so bad
And my Rollie don’t tick and my bitch don't nag
And you just don't swag like me my guy
Automatic swag; I need not try
She never seen no boy that clean
Better cuff that bitch, like Jordache jeans
If we on that scene better lock that nigga
Catch me in the section where all the Ciroc at nigga
Roll up in the peach get her box wet nigga
Got Rockets, Heat, Bosh, Yao
How we ball up in the club; yikes, sheesh, gosh, wow...
They like, "Damn what’s happenin' my G?"
Man I'm probably blowin' dough on my bitches, you know
Swinging through the block in a brand new two-door
Rolling slow in them digits
Probably got models over here, bottles in the air
Blowing dro with my niggas
Homie I grind, I shine, and I mind my business
I mind my business
My business, my business
I mind my business
My business, my business
What? What they say 'bout me?
Fuck what they say 'bout me
If it ain’t 'bout money then it ain’t 'bout me
If it ain’t 'bout money then it ain’t 'bout me
I mind my business
My new thing and I get my Liu Kang on
Bumping 2 Chainz and I got two chains on,
Got the Loubuitons on these groupie broads,
Drop top, guts out like a sushi bar
I don’t trick motherfucker, I don’t choose yo broad
She make a wish ‘cause she lookin' up to a star
Couple bottles, few cigars
At the green like Tiger when he shoot for par,
I gotta lose yo part, I gotta go ahead
I got a old Chevy, new wheels
I got a old plan to get new money
Oh you mad I got a new deal?
A few pills and she go off
Like her two heels and her Trues will
I mean after all I do rap and ball
You know Meek Mill? Lou Will?
One rap one ball, get it rap and ball
Like J. Kidd when I grab the ball,
They can’t play me, I’m all nets like Jay-Z’s basketball team,
King Los, shot good like I could’ve played for the Mavs,
I’m King Los and I’m so good that I could’ve stayed with the Cavs
No diss to Bron Bron, niggas get yo pompoms
I’m sippin' Chandon and my sneakers Sean John
From a block where they flip it then they get it gone gone
Miss my homies in the feds and my niggas long gone
Don't floss 'round me, baby getcha strong arm
Hope your arms strong cause my niggas shoot like Armstrong
Standing on the couch and we blowin' strong strong
You ain’t getting no money, that’s funny what's wrong?
They like, "Damn what’s happenin' my G?"
Man I'm probably blowin' dough on my bitches, you know
Swinging through the block in a brand new two-door
Rolling slow in them digits
Probably got models over here, bottles in the air
Blowing dro with my niggas
Homie I grind, I shine, and I mind my business
I mind my business
My business, my business
I mind my business
My business, my business
What? What they say 'bout me?
Fuck what they say 'bout me
If it ain’t 'bout money then it ain’t 'bout me
If it ain’t 'bout money then it ain’t 'bout me
I mind my business
compositores: Los of the SUC
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I don't even think they ready for this
Hello, ayo
Yo, yesterday I got a call from Puff
Said, "What you doin'?" Said, "Doin' me
Shit what you doin'?" He said, "Makin' a plan,"
I said, "Plan for who?" He said, "You and me,"
Most money, most swag, might as well shut this bitch down
And fuck them haters when I hanged up
Tell 'em kiss your ass cause you rich now
Said cool ain't nothing, dudes ain’t stunting
On the block in my city, did the two lane duckin'
Did the trap in my city and my crew ain’t jumping
How? What? When? Where? Nigga who ain’t coming?
Flexing, we never lay 'em out, my clique 'bout that fly shit
And the best thing that ever came out your bitch mouth was my dick
Hell no, no ho, don’t bust no pimp
Niggas better catch up like a condiment
And I’m fly as hell, don’t start no shit
See my YSLs cost condo rent
Man my money so good and my clique so bad
And my Rollie don’t tick and my bitch don't nag
And you just don't swag like me my guy
Automatic swag; I need not try
She never seen no boy that clean
Better cuff that bitch, like Jordache jeans
If we on that scene better lock that nigga
Catch me in the section where all the Ciroc at nigga
Roll up in the peach get her box wet nigga
Got Rockets, Heat, Bosh, Yao
How we ball up in the club; yikes, sheesh, gosh, wow...
They like, "Damn what’s happenin' my G?"
Man I'm probably blowin' dough on my bitches, you know
Swinging through the block in a brand new two-door
Rolling slow in them digits
Probably got models over here, bottles in the air
Blowing dro with my niggas
Homie I grind, I shine, and I mind my business
I mind my business
My business, my business
I mind my business
My business, my business
What? What they say 'bout me?
Fuck what they say 'bout me
If it ain’t 'bout money then it ain’t 'bout me
If it ain’t 'bout money then it ain’t 'bout me
I mind my business
My new thing and I get my Liu Kang on
Bumping 2 Chainz and I got two chains on,
Got the Loubuitons on these groupie broads,
Drop top, guts out like a sushi bar
I don’t trick motherfucker, I don’t choose yo broad
She make a wish ‘cause she lookin' up to a star
Couple bottles, few cigars
At the green like Tiger when he shoot for par,
I gotta lose yo part, I gotta go ahead
I got a old Chevy, new wheels
I got a old plan to get new money
Oh you mad I got a new deal?
A few pills and she go off
Like her two heels and her Trues will
I mean after all I do rap and ball
You know Meek Mill? Lou Will?
One rap one ball, get it rap and ball
Like J. Kidd when I grab the ball,
They can’t play me, I’m all nets like Jay-Z’s basketball team,
King Los, shot good like I could’ve played for the Mavs,
I’m King Los and I’m so good that I could’ve stayed with the Cavs
No diss to Bron Bron, niggas get yo pompoms
I’m sippin' Chandon and my sneakers Sean John
From a block where they flip it then they get it gone gone
Miss my homies in the feds and my niggas long gone
Don't floss 'round me, baby getcha strong arm
Hope your arms strong cause my niggas shoot like Armstrong
Standing on the couch and we blowin' strong strong
You ain’t getting no money, that’s funny what's wrong?
They like, "Damn what’s happenin' my G?"
Man I'm probably blowin' dough on my bitches, you know
Swinging through the block in a brand new two-door
Rolling slow in them digits
Probably got models over here, bottles in the air
Blowing dro with my niggas
Homie I grind, I shine, and I mind my business
I mind my business
My business, my business
I mind my business
My business, my business
What? What they say 'bout me?
Fuck what they say 'bout me
If it ain’t 'bout money then it ain’t 'bout me
If it ain’t 'bout money then it ain’t 'bout me
I mind my business
compositores: Los of the SUC
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