Business (feat. TrapBoy Freddy) - Tony 214

Ayy (ayy, ayy), ah Ah, ah, ah, ah Yeah, woo Yeah, woo Now I can see why they scary (why?) Everything 'bout me Freddy (yeah) Karats in the chain get scary (scary) Karats in my ring big scary (scary) I pour the red in the cherry (cherry) Actavis, makin' it berry (berry) I serve a pack if he ready (ready) Or I can call Trapboy Freddy (Woo) Yeah, serve all the Seroquel, quick, pop all the Roxies (roxies) Jet to the land, we poppin' (jet to the) See you in Atlanta, no tropics (in the land) I'ma fuck a nurse in crops and (ayy, ayy) Every single drink got tox' in it (tox' in it) Bitches just trippin', you coppin' (coppin') Never let a purse be the topic (woo) I'm 'bout to go to the bank (the bank) I put my neck and my wrist on sink, uh (ooh) First, my lil' bitch was a saint Now she be naked rockin' a mink, uh (yeah) I got big gas and it stank Callin' it fish, need to buy me a tank, woo (on God) New Orleans, bitch, on the way But she don't rock gold like a sank (woo) I keep the Drake off of safety I got a extra clip and a shank (keep the Draco) She wanna be my lil' baby And I refuse to tell her she can't, uh (I refuse) I lost a residence in Vegas It was a two-point-eight, uh (two-point-eight) We might not never have a baby 'Cause she been swallowin' all of the semen (woo, bitch) I went from servin' them rocks to sellin' them blocks (What?) Plexico I caught a bitch and I fucked her Then left her on the couch, who next to go? She rockin' Gucci and Louis panties for her crotch (what?), oh I keep a tech nine and a uzi under the couch, oh Now I can see why they scary (why?) Everything 'bout me Freddy (yeah) Karats in the chain get scary (scary) Karats in my ring big scary (scary) I pour the red in the cherry (cherry) Actavis, makin' it berry (berry) I serve a pack if he ready (ready) Or I can call Trapboy Freddy (woo) Yeah, serve all the Seroquel, quick, pop all the Roxies (Roxies) Jet to the land, we poppin' (jet to the) See you in Atlanta, no tropics (in the land) I'ma fuck a nurse in crops and (ayy, ayy) Every single drink got tox' in it (tox' in it) Bitches just trippin', you coppin' (coppin') Never let a purse be the topic (woo) Never let the purse be the topic 'Specially when a young nigga poppin' (yeah, poppin') No, it ain't trickin' if you got it But you can't be watchin' my pockets (uh-uh, nah) Go half on her new body (her new body) In the bulletproof truck smokin' Biscotti Can't fuck with lil' buddy, he knew 'bout it (he knew 'bout it) I'm the motherfuckin' boss What you do 'bout it? (what you do 'bout it, pussy?) Jet to the land, we poppin' (poppin') Can't cuff her if she thottin' (Nah) Can't trust him, he rotten (uh-uh) Put one in his motherfuckin' noggin (boom) I just went Valentino to the floor by the ropes (by the ropes) We belong together (yeah) I'm in the trap makin' plays on the couch Mixin' some medicine strong together (hey) High-tech, sippin' on red (red) Percocet just for my head and things Babygirl, look at them legs (legs) Ooh, I almost said some things (hold up) If he diss on the set, catch a check (catch a check) My necklace open and close, huh VVS all in the nose, huh (woo) Now I can see why they scary (why?) Everything 'bout me Freddy (yeah) Karats in the chain get scary (scary) Karats in my ring big scary (scary) I pour the red in the cherry (cherry) Actavis, makin' it berry (berry) I serve a pack if he ready (ready) Or I can call Trapboy Freddy (woo) Yeah, serve all the Seroquel, quick, pop all the Roxies (Roxies) Jet to the land, we poppin' (jet to the) See you in Atlanta, no tropics (in the land) I'ma fuck a nurse in crops and (ayy, ayy) Every single drink got tox' in it (tox' in it) Bitches just trippin', you coppin' (coppin') Never let a purse be the topic (uh-uh)

Uh-huh, ayy Bay Bay the ambassador, partner, brr Yeah, two, three, four, five (blaow) Six diamond chains on (what?) Yeah, four diamond rings on (for real) Heh, M's on top of M's when I came home (M's) Ha, my lil' bitch, she ratchet, yeah Bend her over, stab it, uh Yoppas, they on deck, let a pussy nigga have it (take that) I be dead fresh, huh, bitch, closed casket I got money habits (trap), tragic (trap) You see the pounds, now you don't, trap nigga magic (walla) Thousand pounds gone (gone) If I make it, memories disappear, am I wrong? Getting head on the 'eway, I just hope I make it home Bitch ratchet just like Trina, but she fine like Nia Long She bad and she a savage, yeah Pretty and she nasty, yeah Do she call me daddy? Yeah Met her in Louisiana, fucked her down in Dallas, yeah Dolph, did you get your first million from sending things from Cali'? Yeah All we know is trappin', yeah A hundred rounds in traffic, yeah Ayy, trap (trap), trap (trap) Trap (trap), trap (trap) Trap (trap), trap (trap) Trap (trap), trap (trap) Count (count), count (count) Count (count it), count (count) Count (it's all there), count (count) Count (ayy), count (ayy) If your bitch look good, then I might take her (yeah, yeah) I just fuck 'em, nah, I don't wanna date her (yeah, yeah) Nigga, where your cake? You look like Captain Saver (trap) Money keep calling me, bitch, I'll see you later Run to the paper just like I'm a raider My phone out of data, I don't do no datin' No way with the tape, I run to the paper My bitch want a bracelet, that bitch gotta face it (ugh) They told me, "Be patient," I ran out of patience Rip out 'em, walking, I'm steppin' on Satan Running these plays, gotta me feeling like paying 'em On the way to the jeweler, young nigga go brazy, ooh Too brazy (too brazy), Dolce Gabana my shoelaces (my shoelaces) Two bitches and me, that's two-faces eating that dick like toothpaste (ugh) I ride off, ride off, pay for the cab, no write off Real nigga baby, no knock off (knock off) If a nigga that beef, they get knocked off 458 in the bag (ugh), 2700 on the tag Cook it, cut it, stash it Hole in the mattress, nigga, I'ma tryna roll me a Patek Lying way low in the alley Nigga, we control the traffic 100-some bowls in the attic They gon' be mad at my family Finna go ice on my granny I ain't even got no Grammy (trap) Trap (trap), trap (trap) Trap (trap), trap (trap) Trap (trap), trap (trap) Trap (trap), trap (trap) Count (count), count (count) Count (count it), count (count) Count (it's all there), count (count) Count (ayy), count (ayy) If your bitch look good, then I might take her (yeah, yeah) I just fuck 'em, nah, I don't wanna date her (yeah, yeah) Nigga, where your cake? You look like Captain Saver (brr) Money keep calling me, bitch, I'll see you later (gone) Bay Bay the ambassador, partner, brr