Bidness

Lyrics

[Intro: Tiny Boost] Any bidnessI handle it Any bidness I handle it [Verse 1: Tiny Boost] Pushing stones on the street, it's been a rocky road Had to switch the pot and stove to a microphone But it's crazy cah' I'm still spitting crack Thought you got away with it but I will get you back I remember being gassed over ounce money Now that ain't enough for me to leave the house money No family or friends, I got shooters looking out for me I say the word and they gon' hula hoop the house for me But we clap people, not property Shorty sucked me off and took my soul, that's a robbery Take her to them yellow bricks like her name Dorothy Don't bring me to your block if you ain't really got authority Honestly i'm getting sick of the comparison Treat these rappers that act like they the only ones In this dance that got to bring the hammers in I point my ??in my niggas go and handle him it's all real [Chorus: Tiny Boost] I guess we standing on our bidness (ain't we) I ain't done enough till these niggas hate me Them youngin's stay busy they be spinning crazy Ah its all good baby baby baby I guess we standing on our bidness (ain't we) I ain't done enough till these niggas hate me Them youngin's stay busy they be spinning crazy Ah its all good baby baby baby [Verse 2: Youngs Teflon] Rolling with this gadget either pack it in or be a packet Remember having holes in my jacket Now i'm in a different bracket when i talk money i can back it This Heron Preston this ain't no Hackett I never had a plugga only had a plug sending grubba Can't touch this pack without your rubbers I'm a MC with a hammer that white girl nasty but she pucker Sold it in the park like the Rucker Casablanca for the hoodie i'm a stunna Niggas getting sucked by the plumbers What a shame what a bummer my digits make it rain in the summer Fishing manhattan louis runners i'm a dope boy I'm billing up my net worth i ain't on net beefing trolls Now i need a vote for this poll i'm getting money while im sleeping I ain't signing up for the dough old hookers getting aired like the soles on my Jordan's J getting P without the Morgan only flawless diamonds if i bought them My nigga took the bushwacker out and stopped traffic like the warden He ain't the type of guy to start a war with unless you on the right side Truly keep his shades on at night time washing down estate with the white wine Had to sort the Colt 45 it's too hard to get the right thing True stories that's a light line [Chorus: Tiny Boost] I guess we standing on our bidness (ain't we) I ain't done enough till these niggas hate me Them youngins stay busy they be spinning crazy Ah its all good baby baby baby I guess we standing on our bidness (ain't we) I ain't done enough till these niggas hate me Them youngins stay busy they be spinning crazy Ah its all good baby baby baby