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

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

You got niggas all in your business, yeah, yeah (Your business) Why they worried 'bout what you gettin'? Yeah (Gettin', yeah yeah) Summer's mine, winter time (Winter time) I done put in overtime (Overtime) I been hustlin' like this since back in the day

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

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

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

I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady I need some love to go with this hate Puttin' Ms in all the Mercedes Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy Give mama a hug, we finally made it Bitches ain't shit, bet' not

(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

Two's up, two's down You stub it out before I finish On my arm and I scream out “wow!” Nicotine, can’t quit it How's business this morning? Pretty good Shoot the messenger, string 'em up She’s a 10 plus 10, not enough Mixed messages, wires crossed

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