Standing On Business Lyrics

I don't wanna talk, play geek, half a ticket felt like ten G's
Millionaire still in the spot, rollin' up, still love lean
I don't call a broke nigga opp, I don't give a rookie ho a thing
Lemon drop smell like 'Tris
I don't wanna talk, play geek, half a ticket felt like ten G's
Millionaire still in the spot, rollin' up, still love lean
I don't call a broke nigga opp, I don't give a rookie ho a thing
Lemon drop smell like 'Tris, hope she know I don't wanna–

I pull up foreign to your block (I pull up foreign to your block)
Nigga, I pull up foreign to your block, where you rollin' at?
I got trap stars, millionaires in my Rolodex (I got trap stars)
Had to fuck up a couple million to get my focus back
My niggas raw, they be hittin' with no shoulder pads
All I really want is cash, better let her hold the stash
Cut her if she blow the bag, truth be told, "I want her friend"

Niggas be hoes, front like they killers
Claimin' that work, act like they did it
Fuck all that playin', handle the business
Sittin' in a coupe from standin' on business
Fuck all that playin', handle the business
Sittin' in a coupe from standin' on business
Fuck all that playin', handle the business
Sittin' in a coupe from standin' on business
Fuck all that playin', handle the business
Sittin' in a coupe from standin' on business
Fuck all that playin', handle the business
Sittin' in a coupe from standin' on–

As long as they print it, you know I'ma—, yeah (As long as they print it, you know I'ma get it)
She fuck with your baby, I'm rich and I'm gifted (She fuck with your baby, I'm rich and I'm)
Get fly every day 'cause they might want a picture (Get fly every day 'cause they might want a picture)
Get high every day 'cause this life get wicked, for real (Get high every day 'cause this life get wicked)
Cold war, color money, get you some, nigga scared to get or somethin' (For real)
Foreign cars, fast shit, pullin' up, can't even get a bitch to fuck
Rich niggas trophies, I'm lift 'em up, every day is a diferrent one (Every day)
Niggas ain't mob, but I don't give a fuck, you know it's on if you mention us
Left wrist, retirement, sixty plus, Drac' in the back, F&N in the front
Too much back end, I'm dealin' with drugs you wouldn't understand
Niggas be hatin', they once was a fan, up out our bitch when that lil' shit ain't in
Crispy blue hundreds like I'm doin' scams, I'm doin' well, twistin' up grams
I'm doin' well, rookie for Vans, I got some shit to do, send an advance
Turn up the brand, I'm biddin' on land, the B-Mod shotgun, it's sittin' on land
Dealin' with pride, can't get a job, only one with it, it's hard to hide
Only bad bitches might start a fire, cut off them niggas, they starvin' now
Bitch, I'm the wave, no bigger than me, I'ma take care of you, keep it discreet
I ripped the doors off the Jeep, money on my mind, on repeat
La Familia, this is not a game, she just took a picture in my chain
Drifting off, I've been losin' touch, feelin' like I'm Pinky and the Brain
Every day, I'm tryna rule the world, if I feel, still think the same
Twelve years, still drink the same, club indie, still made it rain
Pay a tip, I'll make a leave (Make a leave)
Shorty, say the pussy all for me, tell her, "Sell the pussy, not a dream"
Face, touchdown H-Town, take a thick bitch to Galleria
Send my truck outta Bay now, I can flood the city like Katrina
Tell me where you at and where you need 'em, Amazon, the box is at your door
Pussy nigga, better not move, you know face mob at your throat
Pockets full of money, full of smoke
Chanelly sandals walkin' through the sand, Goyard printed on her tote
I just nodded off on the beach, I'm in Cabo on a boat
Wanna see you with your plate broke, gotta kill the niggas playin' both
At first, I was green, but now I know, in the front and out the backdoor
Paranoid, I'm runnin' from the car, had the red lights but still go

I pull up foreign to your block, where you rollin' at? (I pull up foreign to your block)
I got trap stars, millionaires in my Rolodex (I got trap stars)
Had to fuck up a couple million to get my focus back
My niggas raw, they be hittin' with no shoulder pads
All I really want is cash, better let her hold the stash
Cut her if she blow the bag, truth be told, "I want her friend"

Niggas be hoes, front like they killers
Claimin' that work, act like they did it
Fuck all that playin', handle the business
Sittin' in a coupe from standin' on business
Fuck all that playin', handle the business
Sittin' in a coupe from standin' on business
Fuck all that playin', handle the business
Sittin' in a coupe from standin' on business
Fuck all that playin', handle the business
Sittin' in a coupe from standin' on business
Fuck all that playin', handle the business
Sittin' in a coupe from standin' on–, yeah