(Intro)
Yo
Los
Big Dot
You got one Biggie
I need 50 racks for this
Hello, ayo
(Verse)
Yo, yesterday I got a call from Pac
Say what you doin? So you doin me
sh** wutchu doin? You said makin a plan
I said a plan for who? You said you and me
Most money, most swag, might as well shut this b**h down
And f** them haters when I hanged up
Tell em kiss yo a** cuz you rich now
Say your crew ain’t nothing, dudes ain’t stuntin
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On a brick in my city, do the 2-lane poppin
I’m attracting my city then my crew ain’t jumping high
What? When? Where? n***a who ain’t comin
Flexin, we never lay em out
My clique brought that fly sh**
And the best thing that ever came out yo b**h mouth was my dick
Hell no, no hoe, don’t bust no peep
n***as better catch up like a condo
And I’m fly as hell, don’t start no sh**
See my YSL’s cost condo whip
Man my money so good and my clique so bad
And my Rollie don’t tic and my b**h gon nag
And you just don’t swag like me, my God
Automatic swag, I need not try
So you never seen no boy that clean
Better cuff that b**h, that joy, nice jeans
We be on it, so you better lick that n***a
Catch me in the section with all the support yea n***a
You’ll be the freescaler, packs well n***a
Got rackets, heat, Porsche no
(Bridge)
Boy we ball up in the club
Gangsta she’s gosh woah
Be like that, what’s happenin in my Jeep?
Man you tryna blow dough on my b**hes
You know, swinging through the block in a brand new 2 door
Rolling slow with them b**hes
Probably got models over here, bottles in the air
Blow a joint with my n***as
Homie I grind, I sign and I mind my business
(Hook)
I mind my business
My business, my business
I mind my business
My business, my business
What? What they say bout me?
f** what they say bout me
If it ain’t bout money then it ain’t bout me
If it ain’t bout money then it ain’t bout me
I mind my business
(Verse)
My new thing and I get my Liu Kang on
But with 2 chains and I got 2 chains on
Got the Loubuitons on these groupie broads
Drop top, gut’s off like a sushi bar
I don’t trip motherf**er, I don’t choose yo broad
She make a wish ‘cause you lookin up to the stars
Couple bottles, few cigars
At the green light, tackle when she shoot for part
I gotta lose yo part, I gotta go ahead
I got a old Chevy, new wheels
I got a old plan to get new money
Oh you mad I got a new deal?
A few pills and she go off
Like her 2 heels and her choose will
I mean after all I do rappin boy
You know Meek Mill? Lou Win
I’m gonna wrap one ball, get a wrappin ball
Like JFK when I grab the ball
They can’t play me, I’m all nets like Jay-Z’s basketball team
King Los, shot good like I could’ve played for the Metz
I’m King Los and I’m so good that I could’ve stayed with the cash
And just the broad broad, n***as get yo pompoms
I’m sippin Sean Dom and my sneakers Sean John
Fit my block then it fit me then they get it gone gone
That’s my homies and the feds and my n***as long gone
No flash round me, baby get strong arm
Move your arms strong ‘cause my n***as shoot like Armstrong
Standing on the couch and we blowin strong strong
Ye ain’t getting no money, that’s f**in much wrong
(Bridge)
Boy we ball up in the club
Gangsta she’s gosh woah
Be like that, what’s happenin in my Jeep?
Man you tryna blow dough on my b**hes
You know, swinging through the block in a brand new 2 door
Rolling slow with them b**hes
Probably got models over here, bottles in the air
Blow a joint with my n***as
Homie I grind, I sign and I mind my business
(Hook)
I mind my business
My business, my business
I mind my business
My business, my business
What? What they say bout me?
f** what they say bout me
If it ain’t bout money then it ain’t bout me
If it ain’t bout money then it ain’t bout me
I mind my business