Grown Man Business

Lyrics

[Intro] (Beat that motherfucker up, Quad) [Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug] Play callin' with John Madden, we'll blitz niggas I can go anywhere in the city long as the hit stick with me Two, three bullets like Blade Blade ready to rip niggas Look at my diamonds and look at theirs, it's a big difference Bitch, don't compare me to no bums, I'm big pimpin' Treat his head like divorce court and split Wiggim He perkied up, probably talkin' to Chief [?] Heavy metal on me, hangin' with rockstars, bullets won't misfit him [?] kickin' me out the club, he said, "Why your wrist always trippin'?" Gave me all your money to me 'cause she don't bеlieve in your vision Don't beat thе bitch 'cause she choosin', let her make her own decisions If you broke, nigga, stop askin' questions, it's grown-man business [Chorus: Ralfy the Plug] Bitch, you sure you wanna get up in this grown-man business? She asked me who I'm fuckin', bitch, none of your damn business I would chip an opp lover but he ain't on nothin' either Any bitch that's tryna bring the dough, I need 'em Bitch, you sure you wanna get up in this grown-man business? She asked me who I'm fuckin', bitch, none of your damn business I would chip an opp lover but he ain't on nothin' either Any bitch that's tryna bring the dough, I need 'em [Verse 2: Peso Peso] Nigga trip, get flipped, I'll send him to Jesus My brother tryna catch a bucket, nigga, give him a reason Takin' pics with a gun, you a wannabe demon Walk up in Saks, spend racks and do the same up in Neimans I shave heads with this TEC, nigga, come get an edge up I see 'em hatin' that we thumbin' through these racks, nigga, catch up Ain't never worried 'bout no jackin', what you think I got legs for? And all the cars paid off, I thought a broke nigga said somethin' You old niggas hatin' on me youngins, 'cause you got less [?] Don't make me send shh, to your house, boy, he's a bread taker And my brother what's his name keep a strap while I'm [?] I'm off a ten, while I'm all in your bitch, I'm a leg shaker [Chorus: Ralfy the Plug] Bitch, you sure you wanna get up in this grown-man business? She asked me who I'm fuckin', bitch, none of your damn business I would chip an opp lover but he ain't on nothin' either Any bitch that's tryna bring the dough, I need 'em Bitch, you sure you wanna get up in this grown-man business? She asked me who I'm fuckin', bitch, none of your damn business I would chip an opp lover but he ain't on nothin' either Any bitch that's tryna bring the dough, I need 'em