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Time for Business Video (MV)




Performed By: BP! & Harp$
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: DeSean Wright




BP! & Harp$ - Time for Business Lyrics




It's Time For Business

BP French

She gone drink me till she die like alcoholic
She hooked on BP she can't be hooked on phonics
Never go to the gym but my weed the strongest
Big gas big gas
Puff puff no pass yeah

Never had my hand out , like a amputee
All bitches mad at DayDay like baby D
Married to the money , blue strip the wedding ring
My niggas always on the block like Sesame Street

Whew Whew

Counting money I'm tired
All these niggas little me's like lizzie mcguire

You could never be me you gone die trying
BP got French dollas bout to go shopping
Private party VIP w the gold bottles
Clip long like Tyra banks , I'm not a role model
Smoked the gas out the tank, now I'm full throttle
BP BP I smoke it out the nozzle

Pistol in the suitcase it's time for business
Fresher than a kid first day after Christmas
I'm living right I ain't tryna go to prison
Never text bout what you doing cause they listening
Vodka and a Red Bull it's time for business
Baby girl like my drip like some dishes
French dollas trying make a million
We birds of a feather like a pilgrim

Y'all niggas be telling on yourself
Bet if you caught a body you'd rap about it
If I sent somebody up
I wouldn't say jack about it
These niggas really clowns
I'll take your hat and pull a rabbit out it, Facts

They can smell from the block over
BP always steaming, ima high roller
Barely speaking English, when I'm not sober
All this smoke, I can't see, I need some bifocals

Burn my blunts like Hanukkah back to back to back
Bp roll blue games and you know that's a fact
I choose myself over everybody and you know that's a fact
I choose money over happiness to keep it a stack

Pistol in the suitcase it's time for business
Fresher than a kid first day after Christmas
I'm living right I ain't tryna go to prison
Never text bout what you doing cause they listening
Vodka and a Red Bull it's time for business
Baby girl like my drip like some dishes
French dollas man I'm trying make a million
We birds of a feather like a pilgrim

Weed sticky like bubble gum
Say she love me
I'm the only one
Sent my addy and made her cum
She on her knees I'm the sacred one
She left the house with no make up on
Look better than your bitch w make up on
Got French dollas i don't need a loan
Keep that sack like a blitz, but you stay in zone
These niggas slack, I stuff hunnids in my khakis
I could smoke out a pound
I don't pass it around
This not a track meet
Meechy pass out bullets like butoans
She gone catch my fisher prices no pond, That's babies
I Get straight to the point like a safety
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It's Time For Business

BP French

She gone drink me till she die like alcoholic
She hooked on BP she can't be hooked on phonics
Never go to the gym but my weed the strongest
Big gas big gas
Puff puff no pass yeah

Never had my hand out , like a amputee
All bitches mad at DayDay like baby D
Married to the money , blue strip the wedding ring
My niggas always on the block like Sesame Street

Whew Whew

Counting money I'm tired
All these niggas little me's like lizzie mcguire

You could never be me you gone die trying
BP got French dollas bout to go shopping
Private party VIP w the gold bottles
Clip long like Tyra banks , I'm not a role model
Smoked the gas out the tank, now I'm full throttle
BP BP I smoke it out the nozzle

Pistol in the suitcase it's time for business
Fresher than a kid first day after Christmas
I'm living right I ain't tryna go to prison
Never text bout what you doing cause they listening
Vodka and a Red Bull it's time for business
Baby girl like my drip like some dishes
French dollas trying make a million
We birds of a feather like a pilgrim

Y'all niggas be telling on yourself
Bet if you caught a body you'd rap about it
If I sent somebody up
I wouldn't say jack about it
These niggas really clowns
I'll take your hat and pull a rabbit out it, Facts

They can smell from the block over
BP always steaming, ima high roller
Barely speaking English, when I'm not sober
All this smoke, I can't see, I need some bifocals

Burn my blunts like Hanukkah back to back to back
Bp roll blue games and you know that's a fact
I choose myself over everybody and you know that's a fact
I choose money over happiness to keep it a stack

Pistol in the suitcase it's time for business
Fresher than a kid first day after Christmas
I'm living right I ain't tryna go to prison
Never text bout what you doing cause they listening
Vodka and a Red Bull it's time for business
Baby girl like my drip like some dishes
French dollas man I'm trying make a million
We birds of a feather like a pilgrim

Weed sticky like bubble gum
Say she love me
I'm the only one
Sent my addy and made her cum
She on her knees I'm the sacred one
She left the house with no make up on
Look better than your bitch w make up on
Got French dollas i don't need a loan
Keep that sack like a blitz, but you stay in zone
These niggas slack, I stuff hunnids in my khakis
I could smoke out a pound
I don't pass it around
This not a track meet
Meechy pass out bullets like butoans
She gone catch my fisher prices no pond, That's babies
I Get straight to the point like a safety
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: DeSean Wright
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