(Dance, dance, dance, dance) Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind Slight two step as I check the time Rub my hands when my palms itch 50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless This the sway of a rich nigga Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god I'm on the roof of the party Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous Ay, red lights on in the boulevard That means business Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might Corny bitches make me sick I might throw up in

Not the same since my younger days, so far I came Feel my pain 'til I can't complain, 'cause I'ma slide for a minute Till I rise in the business, make a billion show my niggas what up In this life, middle fingers up I dont fuck with a 9 to 5 I keep it

Baby's into running around Hanging with the crowd Putting your business in the street talking out loud Saying you bought her this and that And how much you done spent I swear she must believe it's all heaven sent Hey boy you better bring the chick around

I'm just bicken back being bool I'm just bicken back (bicken back, bicken back) bicken back being bool Suwoo business on mines, blood, Bompton Inglewood, nigga. This the mothafuckin' Woo mix, on Piru! (Woo woo!) Where I'm from when you hear that, the

Spark the lye, QBC yo it's do or die In this, business and trifeness Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift Check the shit I finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit Lift you up, bless you with a shorty

They don't mean a thing (all, all, all the things) This is family business And I don't care 'bout (all the, all the diamond rings, diamond rings) All these fancy things I tell you that all (all the glitter) I'm waiting for Now all I know I know all these

Miss America, petty thoughts Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich Since you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch If you ain't fuckin' me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge Green dollars

I think we got a problem Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew Big business minus the business suit Even I look in the mirror like is it you And I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes

Let's get down to business I don't got no time to play around what is this? Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down On these clowns, can I get a witness? Marshall, sounds like an S.O.S. Holy whack unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right!