Business (feat. Jaybee) Video (MV)

Yeah, bitch, leave me alone I don't want your (uh)
Yeah, please leave me alone Yeah, metro high like
Don't wanna talk up on the phone Yeah, lil' bitch, just leave me alone
I don't talk up on no phone KCUF in the building Nigga

So, bitch, leave me alone No, we don't give a f*ck bout your feelings, nigga
No, we don't give no f*ck bout your feelings
Touchin' this bag, you get hit with a hollow Everywhere that I go, they gon' follow
Posing for pictures like I was a model No, she can't f*ck, just swallow

She ain't a keeper, I'm just tryna borrow She a tweaker like Demi Lovato
I broke her heart, got her drownin' in sorrow it ain't that Deep she'll feel better tomorrow
Lil' nigga, f*ck is you thinkin'? Huey ran up and got turned to a victim
Nigga, you know we gon' blitz em, spin back again if my niggas don't hit em (what)

Like, don't run, he trippin' Remember when Jermey talked and we had to go blitz em
THC all in my system Too many niggas that I could be dissin (Dissin)
(yeah, no I'm not paying attention)
(Yeah, lil' nigga, f*ck out my mentions I don't give a f*ck bout you, bout none of your bitches)

(Can't wait till that day I get money, I'm stackin' my riches)
(Niggas think I'm rich, but I came from the trenches)
(Just a young lil nigga hanging outside round them benches)
(Yeah, still a young nigga, but I really be standin' on business)

Business, Business, Business, Business, ayy Young nigga standin' on Business, ayy
Got the f*ck up out the trenches 007, that James Bond livin
I cannot f*ck with these bitches running up cheques in a minute
Bitches love spending ' spending, spending, spending, spending, spending, spending, spending, spending

Gang, all these bitches want me just for the spinach
Callin' me papi, I ain't even Spanish
Talkin' down, send a couple my mans
Talkin' down, we pull up and we drillin

Pull up hop out the coupe like a villain
Stars on the roof, just look at the ceiling
We Killin' everybody if they ain't with it
They jaws droppin', don't believe that we did it

I hit up that boy Lil Dooda I told him pull up
And he came with a shooter
My clip, it came with a ruler
That's six millimeters, that shoot out my ruler

Nah, I don't need a bitch from Hooters
I got all these bitches, I'm pickin' like boogers (uhhh)
Range Rover, not a scooter
These niggas just pissed that Jaybee be the ruler

Gang, I don't think these niggas fresher or cooler
I don't think these niggas fresher than a dooda
I heard that these niggas talkin' on Malaki
I just think they want the mula (fax)

Stay still might shoot ya
When under fear, you are losers
Cause we keeping calm, when y'all put in that situation yall actin like losers

Don't wanna talk up on no phone
Lil' bitch jus leave me alone
I don't talk up on no phone
So bitch, leave me alone

No, we don't give a f*ck about your feelings, nigga
KCUF in the building