How you bout it?

How you bout business you be where the bitches at Man you niggas is hoes can't get into that Stuffing 20s and 50s in Gucci sacks Seen a pile of money fell in love with racks And lil bruh he tripping bout a nat f*ck it you can have her back Finna go run up new racks Freak bit eat dick like a snack Patek Philippe on my wrist feel like Ben10 Stuffing dead press in my pockets got dead friends Blick with a dick it's gone buss it won't neva end Snap on a beat smash the gas bitch I'm going in, I don't want love bitch I want me some racks We post up at the front and we creep through the back Bold ahh nigga run up push em back Naw Ian letting up Ian cutting no slack Everywhere I go yea I clutch on the blicky Crazy ahh nigga thinking Ian got it With me He tried to run down now the situation sticky You yapping bout some bread lil nigga I got plenty Somewhere ducked off blowing Os in a coupe Living life fast I can't slow down for you Smoking on strong bitch I zot box the booth In the yo blasting music I blow off the roof Pour up the wocky I mix it with faygo No I can't f*ck with no fake hoe Set you up play you like play doe Saw the whole play and I'm throwing tomatoes You know G5ivee forever on 10 toes Bitches be shiesty can't overplay roles Nigga come krazy get hit w hollows Can't trip bout a bitch kuz they kome by the load I'm having cheese like a chef All of these vv's they shining they making you stare I buss from deep like I'm Steph If the talk ain't about profit I really don't care You putting yo all in that hoe and she hoeing You loving that bitch Une know that she going Headed to the top you o ow where I'm going F*ck up a check and the same time it's growing How you bout business u be where the bitches at Man you niggas is hoes can't get into that Stuffing 20s and 50s in Gucci sacks Seen a pile of money fell in love with racks And lil bruh he tripping bout a nat F*ck it you can have her back Gina go run up new racks freak bit eat dick like a snack Patek Philippe on my wrist feel like Ben10 Stuffing dead press in my pockets got dead friends Blick with a dick it's gone buss it won't neva end of Snap on a beat smash the gas bitch I'm goin in I don't want love bitch I want me some racks We post up at da front and we creep through da back Bold ahh nigga run up push em back Naw Ian letting up Ian cutting no slack