Bitch, Corleone
Do business, no personal
He keep a Glock
And you know that he get surgical
Don't f*ck with opp
If you snitch, then it get personal
I don't sell pack
I just smoke personal
Personal... yea
Business no personal
Business no personal
Smoke out the pound to the face
Hit lots a gas
I get high with the planes
Drivin fast cars
Big body Bruce Wayne
Yo bitch look at my foreign, she like how I switch lanes
Bitch I need all my money, you know I ain't wit the game
These niggas actin funny
I ain't f*ckin wit chu lames
Y'all be hatin' on me
But homie we ain't the same
I just want the money
Homie you can keep the fame
I know you keep a pistol
But I know you got no aim
I shoot like Ray Allen
And yo bitch say I got game
Hold the 30, Curry
Sippin' dirty
Get to swervin', off the early
Lane switch, lil bitch I'm workin'
You ain't deserve this, bitch I earned it
Keep reefer burnin'
Peewee Herman
Up, get high like birdies
Luke Skywalker wit' the earthlings
Keep Louis V, with the Hermes
Gotta pay a fee, if you want these
Got Jordan retro, bitch the 13's
Rock that shit black Glock with the red beam
Shit pop off, but the feds never catch me
Bambu lookin' too healthy
Ain't shit no nigga could tell me
Kush my cologne, smell me
Play wit the cards they dealt me
My pockets got heavy
Bands got heavy
You ain't invest in a plan, I get it
I ain't wit none of that beef shit, dead it
They still tryna ketchup, I got the lettuce
Loomi gang bitch and that shit is embedded
Them bullets a fly, and they aim where u headed
I can't let it slide ain't no way I can let it
Business no personal, I'm just doing the usual
We still gettin' money and it got nothin' to do wit you
No, I'm still doin' the usual
We still doin' the usual
No I'm just doin' the usual
We gettin' money and it got nothin' to do with you
The usual
The usual
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Bitch, Corleone
Do business, no personal
He keep a Glock
And you know that he get surgical
Don't f*ck with opp
If you snitch, then it get personal
I don't sell pack
I just smoke personal
Personal... yea
Business no personal
Business no personal
Smoke out the pound to the face
Hit lots a gas
I get high with the planes
Drivin fast cars
Big body Bruce Wayne
Yo bitch look at my foreign, she like how I switch lanes
Bitch I need all my money, you know I ain't wit the game
These niggas actin funny
I ain't f*ckin wit chu lames
Y'all be hatin' on me
But homie we ain't the same
I just want the money
Homie you can keep the fame
I know you keep a pistol
But I know you got no aim
I shoot like Ray Allen
And yo bitch say I got game
Hold the 30, Curry
Sippin' dirty
Get to swervin', off the early
Lane switch, lil bitch I'm workin'
You ain't deserve this, bitch I earned it
Keep reefer burnin'
Peewee Herman
Up, get high like birdies
Luke Skywalker wit' the earthlings
Keep Louis V, with the Hermes
Gotta pay a fee, if you want these
Got Jordan retro, bitch the 13's
Rock that shit black Glock with the red beam
Shit pop off, but the feds never catch me
Bambu lookin' too healthy
Ain't shit no nigga could tell me
Kush my cologne, smell me
Play wit the cards they dealt me
My pockets got heavy
Bands got heavy
You ain't invest in a plan, I get it
I ain't wit none of that beef shit, dead it
They still tryna ketchup, I got the lettuce
Loomi gang bitch and that shit is embedded
Them bullets a fly, and they aim where u headed
I can't let it slide ain't no way I can let it
Business no personal, I'm just doing the usual
We still gettin' money and it got nothin' to do wit you
No, I'm still doin' the usual
We still doin' the usual
No I'm just doin' the usual
We gettin' money and it got nothin' to do with you
The usual
The usual
Do business, no personal
He keep a Glock
And you know that he get surgical
Don't f*ck with opp
If you snitch, then it get personal
I don't sell pack
I just smoke personal
Personal... yea
Business no personal
Business no personal
Smoke out the pound to the face
Hit lots a gas
I get high with the planes
Drivin fast cars
Big body Bruce Wayne
Yo bitch look at my foreign, she like how I switch lanes
Bitch I need all my money, you know I ain't wit the game
These niggas actin funny
I ain't f*ckin wit chu lames
Y'all be hatin' on me
But homie we ain't the same
I just want the money
Homie you can keep the fame
I know you keep a pistol
But I know you got no aim
I shoot like Ray Allen
And yo bitch say I got game
Hold the 30, Curry
Sippin' dirty
Get to swervin', off the early
Lane switch, lil bitch I'm workin'
You ain't deserve this, bitch I earned it
Keep reefer burnin'
Peewee Herman
Up, get high like birdies
Luke Skywalker wit' the earthlings
Keep Louis V, with the Hermes
Gotta pay a fee, if you want these
Got Jordan retro, bitch the 13's
Rock that shit black Glock with the red beam
Shit pop off, but the feds never catch me
Bambu lookin' too healthy
Ain't shit no nigga could tell me
Kush my cologne, smell me
Play wit the cards they dealt me
My pockets got heavy
Bands got heavy
You ain't invest in a plan, I get it
I ain't wit none of that beef shit, dead it
They still tryna ketchup, I got the lettuce
Loomi gang bitch and that shit is embedded
Them bullets a fly, and they aim where u headed
I can't let it slide ain't no way I can let it
Business no personal, I'm just doing the usual
We still gettin' money and it got nothin' to do wit you
No, I'm still doin' the usual
We still doin' the usual
No I'm just doin' the usual
We gettin' money and it got nothin' to do with you
The usual
The usual
Writer: Michael Doane
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