B-Mac The Queen - Plug Bidness lyrics

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B-Mac The Queen - Plug Bidness lyrics

(Hook) And it’s plug bidness, plug bidness n***a n***a n***a My own f**in’ business Ain’t nobody f**in’ wichya Plug bidness, plug bidness n***a n***a n***a My own f**in’ business Ain’t nobody f**in’ wichya (Verse: B-Mac The Queen) Lemme explain who I am tho Real one shot, tho don’t understand hoes n***a wanna play? Call him Ben Jordan Can leave a body in a box like a bandoe an*lyze sophisticated, as so Queen sh**! I be flexin’ in the bathroom Really with the sh**, pull it bendova I’m rollin’ with the bad boys, really best so So every n***a round me is a cutthroat Cut yo b**h off and keep her blunt rolls When it come to money, I’m about mine Feelin’ like Diddy, really I did it without shine So what ya sayin’ that Plug Biz I’m on it And I don’t talk too much, cuz errybody got recorders I’m plugged up in the game and I wish some lames get deported Get it right, don’t come distorted I got everything you wanted (Hook) And it’s plug bidness, plug bidness n***a n***a n***a My own f**in’ business Ain’t nobody f**in’ wichya Plug bidness, plug bidness n***a n***a n***a My own f**in’ business Ain’t nobody f**in’ wichya (Verse 2: B-Mac The Queen) Look, lemme explain why I go hard From LA to AI, wreckin’ both yards I just get excited, pullin’ hope cards Trials s**, think I might just caught a dope charge I just said they miss me, send me postcards I be actin’ like I dunno who them hoes are Now I glow around my city like a street light And they luv me, I know what the streets like Motivated strictly by the cash flow I’m right here, ya hit boy, got the taso And I don’t think they heard us on that last go We da plug, we da plug, call me cash drone So whachya sayn? This is confidential? f** it I ain’t talkin’ backin’ fiend Back the dolla, I’mma back up on producers Spit the truth, I’m like a macho, bruh If ye ain’t know nothin’ about it, keep yo mouth closed, hoe (Hook x2) My business: Plug bidness, plug bidness n***a n***a n***a My own f**in’ business Ain’t nobody f**in’ wichya Plug bidness, plug bidness n***a n***a n***a My own f**in’ business Ain’t nobody f**in’ wichya (Verse 3: Price/Bowprice) First off, look me in the eye when you talk to me And don’t talk to me if yo talk is free Stupid, cuz me no understand Every beat get new john, in fact, I’m goin’ Nino on the jam Talk a bomb, baby, yes, chop, booyaka Ain’t enough enemies in the world that could move the spot Got the plug, f** that, you finna start screamin’ Who the mob? Hit Boy sendin’ hitman, ain’t no question who gon’ do the job Ballade n***as makin’ threats (makin’ threats makin’ threats makin’ threats) Stop yappin’, b**h! Come do it And get a check (get it get it) With the set, dice dang My n***a thumb through it Finna drop my own cologne and I’mma call it Stank Smoke Got a lot of homies breakin’ laws but they ain’t broke Light skin girl take it all like she can’t choke Shoebox money what I need to hit the bank for Plug bidness