Bizness

Lyrics

[Celo] Poppin champagne like a champion Backseat riding in the phantom Blowin good smoke while we get ghost Toast Oath I can't even speak that lingo but I get that money Leave em in the matrix, will smith Jet life, this a life style, and them bitches bite like From 10 a key, to 10 a show From Tennessee to mexico A few G pens and they full of wax You ain't gotta seek, I ain't hidin The only thing that's privite is the jets that we flyin [Spitta] These sweatpants cost a grand Time is money, rolex minute hand Weed blowin like brass band minehan Viscious swear the ink pen in hand chillin man Wrote these raps underneath the spinning ceiling fan Waiting for vish to pull up in the lamb Fresh biscuits with medicated jam Stoned off a bong I had it flown from a land Where the kush is plentiful Sure as the beaches have sand, and bleachers have fans And teachers have lesson plans Understand, I low ride stay high to keep the upper hand On sucka mothafuckas hopin to see us tossed in the can Nigga please, bitch toss my keys I roll four doobies up before I leave, I'm in the breeze Mothafuckin G's at ease