Nothin' But Business Letra

I'm the stage crasher
High on my mind at the rave bastard
Despite the mass-media called the gay bashin
Every statement that I make stays for days after
Internet , pussy, LOL and my depraved laughter
So back pack and tryin' to battle me a slap you
This is be this is how I wanna be, I mean it has to
Every minute I'm alive is an blimmed disaster
I like the doc to my high fuck greener posture
I'm withdrawn from all the fucking shit I'm on
Living on, here's my hatred see through every little song
Sleep on me, you're a sheep , you're a coward
I'm a creep hold a plate T neck shove it and eat
My reckon's run in the streets
Reckless son of a bitch , pun of the freak
Only dealin' G's that's my stees I make a hundred a week
Die beats something till I come in the chick under the sheets
Dumb as they can be they call it ignorance ,it's money to me

(Hook)
Fuck the world dog I'm staying with the cash on me
I ain't hard to find, go ahead and ask for me
Microphone check 1,2 it is here
You can take it personal it's nothing but business

I need the weed smoke, and some liquor
Throw your motherfucking hands in the air
We got a 8 ball and some bitches
Put your motherfuckin hands in the air

(Verse)
Wow, lost in the highway
Amber Rose smirred off, shots top with high graine
2 hoes they top exposed low grains
C,D's and ass with a pro rate
You playin' a probate
Lock her to the home
I'm blending her lived on one way
She locked to a bone
I'm menage in my own, you moist palm and grow
Your wife in the next room playing our songs
You playing all wrong, she ain't paying the coaches salary
Can't be Mickey and Mallory no more
Just pimpin' at my home with a flat cargo
They fax my next flow
Flip text with s rolls
So pass to xo's
I'm drunk and it doesn't bother me
Since I ain't living in poverty no more
This the panoramic roof with the 2 tone flow
And I don't need to know shit if I do know those

(Hook)
Fuck the world dog I'm staying with the cash on me
I ain't hard to find, go ahead and ask for me
Microphone check 1,2 it is here
You can take it personal it's nothing but business

I need the weed smoke, and some liquor
Throw your motherfucking hands in the air
We got a 8 ball and some bitches
Put your motherfuckin hands in the air

Who's nastier , know I spit the newest raspy
Aren't you half for ya
My crews after you , massacre
In the street making cake flip no spatula
Passenger, in the acura with the after puff
Laughing but ain't nothing funny with the money
I'm hungry ,you give me counterfeit you take it from me
I throw your ass off a fucking bridge and cut the bungees
Spit a lungie for my tummy in your corpse you fucking dumbie
If you do survive you be looking like a mummy
New Hefner, turn your bitch into my bunny
Pour some gin for me
Patrone sucking around grape juice
Ain't proof mix it up , put it down
I throw your hands up, throw your grips up
Get your man smacked just for tryin to get hand cuff
Get a damn slut to get my glance buffed in my man's truck
On the camera, that's the plan it's your man Knuckles

(Hook)
Fuck the world dog I'm staying with the cash on me
I ain't hard to find, go ahead and ask for me
Microphone check 1,2 it is here
You can take it personal it's nothing but business

I need the weed smoke, and some liquor
Throw your motherfucking hands in the air
We got a 8 ball and some bitches
Put your motherfuckin hands in the air