Too Busy (feat. Fendi Frost & Keva Kouture) - Covert Operations

Wake up, fresh Crease, jeans Get to the fucking money Roll up, smoke Pour up, drink Right back to the money Pull up, stunt Turn up, leave More motherfucking money Go hard, go home Wake up, repeat Order of operations Order of operations So what if I told ya that I was a cold soldier That give 'em the cold shoulder These hoes been getting over on these niggas like Olympic hurdle jumpers They trying to get that Gold Portfolios diverse, this type of paper just don't fold Or get throwed in the booty club flexing With hootie hoo them hoes and have them glued to the section (HOOTIE-HOO) Ain't nothing new, that's just us oozing perfection Been stacking up, clipping this paper like Mary Lou Retton While nigga be stressing About this money, I retire my dear mama Been fucking up some commas way before I could buy a bottle of liquor Looking like the lotto my nigga, but we don't flash it I balled throughout my twenties, by thirty, see I was stashing Yeah First hundred-thousand, I bought a Lexus First million, I was twenty, I learned my lesson I bought some land Operation Grind and Stack Wake up, fresh Crease, jeans Get to the fucking money Roll up, smoke Pour up, drink Right back to the money Pull up, stunt Turn up, leave More motherfucking money Go hard, go home Wake up, repeat Order of operations (Grind and Stack, Grind and Stack, Grind and Stack, Grind and Stack) Order of operations (Grind and Stack, Grind and Stack, just Grind and Stack, Grind and Stack) I took advantage of my shot and now it's raining Bucket just like Mo Williams, fuck your cancer vaccinations Plantation mentality making a laughable salary That'll never be me but that's you in actual reality, uh I'm King Cole like Natalie and her daddy be My thing swole, pole dancers, shit, they be adding me On IG, they gon' DM We gon' act like we don't see them They just follow us, follow me, follow us, nobody's leading But everybody eating, or acting like they full I'm blessed and highly favored, learned the game when I was lil' I guess it's time to stake my claim and conquer every hood Help my partners get this number too by sponsoring the joog Yeah If I eat, everybody eat; that's just how it go, day one Dungeon Family first generation... still here Wake up, fresh Crease, jeans Get to the fucking money Roll up, smoke Pour up, drink Right back to the money Pull up, stunt Turn up, leave More motherfucking money Go hard, go home Wake up, repeat Order of operations Order of operations Order of operations