Fredo Santana - Business Man lyrics

[Chorus: Fredo Santana] I’m a business man so all my business straight Gotta stop trapping, need to switch lanes Or I’ma end up on a f**in’ bigger case Feds on my trail, you know I switch plates I ain’t just in Chiraq, I had to switch states I sell whole pounds, I don’t sell eighths I sell whole pounds, I don’t sell eighths I’m a business man so all my business straight [Verse 1: Fredo Santana] If a n***a play with me, then it’s DOA I got real shooters, shoot you in the face Want a whole thing, I whip it in your face And when I meet my plug a pistol on my waist Couple shots gettin’ fired if you in my way Shots get to beatin’ like some 808s I got n***as catchin’ bodies every day A n***a can die from what he gotta say Should’ve kept his mouth closed anyway Them f**in’ choppers come out any day k** a n***a on his f**in’ birthday Then turn it to his motherf**in’ worst day I’m a savage so you know Chiraq be my birthplace Kidnap a n***a, find out where that work stay I sip red but I love how that purp taste [Chorus: Fredo Santana] I’m a business man so all my business straight Gotta stop trapping, need to switch lanes Or I’ma end up on a f**in’ bigger case Feds on my trail, you know I switch plates I ain’t just in Chiraq, I had to switch states I sell whole pounds, I don’t sell eighths I sell whole pounds, I don’t sell eighths I’m a business man so all my business straight [Verse 2: Lil Duke] We smoke out the pound, we don’t smoke eighths Its like every day we on the jet in different states I don’t want no ramen noodles, all I want is steak If a p**y try me he gonna die today Young n***a get it, you know how we play Three b**hes with me, they callin’ me bae Pullin’ out, bustin’ it right on they face Then pull up my pants, get the f** ’bout my day Free my lil homie, just caught him a case Pull up and hop out and let that b**h spray Run and get hit in the back with a K Dick in her mouth, give a f** what she say Knock a n***a off and lay low If his a** sweet I’ma hit him with K-roll YSL Glo Gang, and b**h I’m with Fredo Aim at his head and now you got a halo Run through the dogs, run through the dogs Get you knocked off and I just make a call Jumped off the porch and I went straight to ballin’ Lot of these n***as be faking and ‘flauging I’m in LA like a Dodger Took off on the plug, the n***a still calling Balling like I hit the lotto Went to the dealership, copped me an auto Fire your a** up and hide out in Chicago Feds they runnin’ through the hood in a Tahoe They gon’ dig me like a pothole I put a suit and a tie on [Chorus: Fredo Santana] I’m a business man so all my business straight Gotta stop trapping, need to switch lanes Or I’ma end up on a f**in’ bigger case Feds on my trail, you know I switch plates I ain’t just in Chiraq, I had to switch states I sell whole pounds, I don’t sell eighths I sell whole pounds, I don’t sell eighths I’m a business man so all my business straight