Key: C# minor
Verse 1
Disrespect will not be dis
You cross dat line I'm
goin' off bout mine
Man woman and child,
You understand that? You bitch!
Bankroll mafia,
Verse 2
hustle gang ova everythang nigga
timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my rearview
Even replying to let you know I don't feel you,
fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin'
on to dead weight
Goin' let it go,
ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop
a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard, I'ma
It's young niggas in
a stolen car
Caught that line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn,
who you goin' call?
You violatin, we ain't lettin'
nothin' go at all
I ain't never been shot at,
And still got stacks from back from "What
you know about that?"
Verse 3
steps
And gettin' money is the concept
By any means,
and the belt where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride,
Try me, I'ma handle my business
Handle my business
Try me
Try me I'ma handle my business, try me
Verse 4
I got naked bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they could
get a clear view
Of the city with my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember which bitch is it,
shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too
real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like
why
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass,
.45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga
I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script,
drive- by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough,
guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff,
you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front,
leave you in the dust
Kick in your door masked up like,
"Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just
a little piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin',
Verse 5
front steps
And gettin' money is the concept
By any means,
and the belt where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride,
Try me, I'ma handle my business
Handle my business
Try me
I'ma handle my business
Try me I'ma handle my business
Try me
Verse 6
Take my mind off the ones
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little girls
Hey, hey I ain't grow into
the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your
Pray you don't die before you
make it to the street corner
Nigga back! Who am I
Verse 7
the front steps
And gettin' money is the concept
By any means,
and the belt where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride,
Try me, I'ma handle my business
Handle my business
Try me
I'ma handle my business
Try me I'ma handle my business
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsFm Cm Ab
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