Business Lyrics

Why would you tell your business to a thot

That'd be the type of shit that get you got

Why would you tell your business to a thot

That'd be the type of shit that get you got

I got a beam that centers my shot

He try to scheme I'll send him a shot

It was her dream to get on a yacht

Now she's riding the wave while she gives me the top

I can't get money with niggas that don't see the vision

Or envy niggas for their spot

Why would you tell your business to a thot

That'd be the type of shit that get you got uh

If he got a millie then he getting rocked

He'll be silly to go to the cops

if we beat the case we're bending the block uh

If I got to chase then he getting popped

Remember when shake was whippin' the pot

Now we just pray that this makes us a lot

They gave me their ass to kiss

So nigga I'm mad as shit

Back on my savage shit

Don't ask me shit

Don't even pass me shit

Fuck round and crash the whip

I'm passionate cause anything I ever did I did from the heart

I know how to swim I learned from the sharks

Get sent to the light if you play in the dark uh

Pussy niggas gon be in their feelings when I rise up

Pretty bitches tryna slide

Hope they really down to ride

When I'm looking in her eyes

I Know she feels the vibe

Don't be actin shy

Met little mama in the Stuy

Said she's from the Chi

Where they let them fly uh

Pull up to the Players club and see a diamond I apply the pressure uh

Niggas out here trying to flex for her

I'm just trying to get next to her

See if she's really bout money

Cause I know some dummies that Probably be stressing her

Late night's they be texting her

Thinking they can get the sex from her

But that shit is way too elite

She only gives it to me

Bump TLC when we creep

She knows what I do in these sheets

She knows that I need me a freak

I used to be for the streets

Fuckin on a little treesh

Tugging on a bitch weave

I hit it for free and then pay her to Leave

Yeah

You know what it is man

Quell coming out the motherfucking

Qboro man

Queens Stand up

I got a beam that centers my shot

If He try to scheme I'll send him a shot

It was her dream to get on a yacht

Now she riding the wave while she give me the top

I cant get money with niggas that don't see the vision

Or envy niggas for they spot

Why would you tell your business to a thot

That be the type of shit that get you got uh

I got a beam that centers my shot

He try to scheme I send him a shot

It was her dream to get on a yacht

Now she's riding the wave while she gives me the top

I can't get money with niggas that don't see the vision

Or envy niggas for their spot

Why would you tell your business to a thot

That'd be the type of shit that get you got uh

Yo somebody call the driver

its time for us to go

we outta here

Yo Quell we out bro