Sada Baby, Teejayx6, BandGang Lonnie Bands - Business Owner lyrics
[Sada Baby, Teejayx6, BandGang Lonnie Bands - Business Owner lyrics]
Jumped off the porch early 'cause I
Had to take my first steps
Before I walk in any Walmart
I take a deep breath
Blowin' a six-gram wood
This shit got me takin' deep breaths
Got booked for a show
I bring my strap just for defense
I ain't wanna buy no weed from
That nigga 'cause it's decent
You ain't even got fifty dollars
For your nails, girl, beat it
Buyin' beans out the library but I
Acted like I was readin'
They couldn't tell I was a fake
Walmart employee with this vest on
Sent my auntie in BOA so she
Can get a bank loan
Hit the road with some cars and
Came back with a bank-roll
Flew out to Atlanta
I just made a fresh bank-roll
I know the real reason this bitch cute
She got make-up on
Fuck a nigga bitch, then I said
"Put your clothes on"
I think her husband comin' inside the
Crib I put my clothes on
That nigga think he tough
I robbed the nigga in the red zone
'Bout to open up an LLC
I'm a business owner (Shoo)
Huh bitch, I'm with the hitman
(With the hitman) , he a serial murderer
I'll smack you with the left hand
(With the left hand)
Like you Tina Turner (Bitch)
I scammed my main man's (My main man's)
If you let him burn one (Fuck you)
I'll fuck my man's bitch (I'll fuck it)
If she really worth it (Fuck it)
God, can you please bring
Me back from Canada? (Please)
Yeah, I made my first hundred down
From Detroit to South Beach (O oh)
They talkin' 'bout the crime? Ooh, deaf man
(Uh) say my name in your mouth
Better get a vest in (Shoo, boy)
They ain't know Poody from managin'
They don't know he was the tech man (Real)
We was out eatin' watches (Shoo) , nigga
We ain't play Pac-Man (For real)
I done fuck my city up
Now everybody scammin' (For real)
Trap one, trap two
Laptop, little ass black box (Huh? Ayy)
I done hit ya nearest Kroger, hit the jackpot
(huh, huh) nigga, strap more (Shoo, shoo)
Five Glocks, two chops (Shoo, shoo)
Slide down his block
Pshh, you gettin up-topped
Huh bitch, I'm with the hitman
(With the hitman)
He a serial murderer (Shoo)
I'll smack you with the left hand
(With the left hand)
Like you Tina Turner (Bitch)
I scammed my main man's (My main man's)
If you let him burn one (Fuck you)
I'll fuck my man's bitch (I'll fuck it)
If she really worth it (Fuck it)
Hmm i can't fuck my man's bitch
But I'll smoke her, huh
Especially if she actin' like
She ain't supposed to
I've been shittin' on these niggas
Put the opps on posters
Hmm, yeah, fancy with the drank
Straight drop on coasters
I drew fifty shots
Then he goin' to the coroner
Threw a nigga in a box
Poody met me at that corner
Choppa bounce, he got shots
Clip long like a spoiler
Let off smoke like a muffler, bitch
I'm speedin' if it's war, ain't I?
You got questions? Bring them
Answers to yo door, aI
(Hm-m) we got Memphis, D, and Teejay
You could get his PayPal (Huh)
No, my clip ain't quarantining 'cause
That bitch stay out (Hm-m)
Fortnite, knock a nigga
Don't forget to shake down
Bitch, I'm with the hitman
He a serial murderer
I'll smack you with the left hand
Like you Tina Turner i scammed my main man
If you let him burn one
I'll fuck my man's bitch
If she really worth it