Warhol.SS - Strictly Business lyrics
[Warhol.SS - Strictly Business lyrics]
Still doing that shit nigga yeah
I blew the racks on the exotic
I'm only inhaling the premium
I know them niggas holding
Animosity but it'll be cool when I see them
You ever walked in the room and
Felt all the energy change
Like you the topic of discussion?
If you mention that big thrity-two
Bet it come with effects
We cannot fuck with assumptions
Business on business I don't do opinions
When that money come blue it
Ain't no better feeling
In the Porsche on the
E-way decapitating ceilings
Booked out the studio I'm working every day
So I know the feds listening
And I got accustomed to seeing them junkies
With nothing but pipes and syringes
Yeah, and I cannot compare
To these lil' niggas
They gon' try to trick me out the spot
Rock the Cartier glasses
Cartier bracelets and I Cartier'd the watch
When I cook in the kitchen
I'm deep in the pot
And I got plenty love for the opps
We don't show mercy to enemy niggas
And I pray for the day when
They free all the opps
But my lil' niggas wanna' spin, spin, spin
Put a hundred pounds in the
Trunk, bench press some, we ain't at the gym
At the top of the top
I'm the creme de la creme
And I know niggas hate it
They can't even do nothing about it
Since I was a youngin' I been a little rowdy
Rebel exotic and Grabba I gave her a edible
Fucking the nurse so I get all the medicals
Codeine and Percocets, Xannies et cetera
And I fuck with the shrooms
It clear up my vision
I see every angle, it help my decision
Yeah, and I pray for my
Niggas taking penitentiary chances
When you come from the trenches you
Gotta' go make a plan
It don't come with a pamphlet
I blew the racks on the exotic
I'm only inhaling the premium
I know them niggas holding
Animosity but it'll be cool when I see them
You ever walked in the room and
Felt all the energy change
Like you the topic of discussion?
If you mention that big thrity-two
Bet it come with effects
We cannot fuck with assumptions
Business on business I don't do opinions
When that money come blue it
Ain't no better feeling
In the Porsche on the
E-way decapitating ceilings
Booked out the studio I'm working every day
So I know the feds listening
And I got accustomed to seeing them junkies
With nothing but pipes and syringes