Big Fax - Unfinished Business Lyrics

I don't f*ck with no fifty dollar bills bitch
Making money yeah you know I'm finna kill bitch
It don't take no effort I got too much skill bitch
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I'm Batman
I'm skiddity skiddity scat man bitch
Like Pacman, I spit em and hit em with back hands bitch
They trashcans, I spit em and hit em with fax man bitch
Come catch hands, I'm leaving em feeling like
We in the booth ain't no quitting
Don't share my emails like Clinton
I came for a start ain't no sitting like MJ out college no Dennis no Pippen
Got a good flow don't quit spitting
We ain't afraid we ain't chicken
Go give this verse a good listen
Deliver the message like carrier pigeons
Carrier Pigeon oh shit ima bring up the feathers and rise until all of you sit
I'll be the greatest go in throwing passes you gone need some magic go talk to the Fitz
Bring out your biggest I'm rocking with David Goliath ain't nothin we got the big hits
Me and Big Fax always stunting
Wait for me to lash out (Uh yuh)
Your ass is in the past now (Uh yuh)
Smoking all my gas out (Uh yuh)
Talking all my trash loud (Uh yuh)
Clapping ima Tech nine snapping with my best rhyme
Yeah I'm gonna flex mine feeling on her breast line
Turn around baby ima clap that ass
Me and Fax making hits back to back
This my passion damn
I'm boutta snap again
I'm gonna slam it in
It go hand and hand with this rap shit
Yeah my packs lit
Ima light that, then I pass it
Gotta bad bitch, I'm still flaccid
That green got me blasted
I'm crashing
Just wait for the bang
In my pocket got a Benjamin Frank
She got that stank she got that stank
Stacking these bars and I go to the bank
Burning today might get thrown in the clank
I'm running it over I feel like a tank (Ahhh)
Wiley and Fax bringing it back jazz boom trap
Pick from the back get my cut I'm gone oop that
I get the chest get the loot I'm gone shoot back
Ain't no motherf*cker gonna pull up and shoot back
I get these bitches just what they deserve
I get a bitch then I get the desert
You ain't gone do shit when I hit it hurt
Shut up lil bitch this court is adjourned and I
We gone get it fast go and get it then we run run
Gotta lot of cash bring the money till the sun comes
World famous track they gone know us out in Hong Kong
We get back to back ima sauce it up like 1 1
Make a hundred stacks yeah I'm in my bag
Ima need to show a lil drag
Kick it with the Fax
Ima get to spit a lil fast
Get a lil ass
Go and show em how we make it back
Get a lil cash
Groovy ass beat Gucci on my feet you know I had to hype that
I'm on the go yeah you steal my flow you know I get it right back
You got the fire I got the flame you know we boutta light that
Groovy and shit
Wiley and Fax we groovy as shit