keep on flyin', I ain't fakin' The money ain't a thing, think I'm lyin', you're mistaken You can find long lines and all kinds of bitches your way And
Busy again I don't even know Even know why I keep Trying (Verse 1) I call you on the phone You are never home You say dat you gone handling business
Jeah, you jinglin' baby See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby Business mind of a Ross Perot But never lost my soul Crossed the line I bought pop
Limburg cheese I lay somebody down, I probably have to do or die Won't nothin' change, I'ma stay gutter like a sewer line Yup, it's manure time, business
Then I falls in that pussy like quick sand Hot sex and cold wine She left that nigga hanging like a clothes line I cut my phones off, both lines Its
Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters Bitch, we the business, hundred million dollars Bitch, we the business,
is wrong your friends always tying up every line on your phone yeah but tell them b-tches that you'll always be my missus and the hardest part about the f-cking business
drunk And stayin' away from them lil' broads that tryin' to give me some I keep a chopper in the trunk and my heat on my waste line Duckin' the law, '
money crazy Doin my thing and securin a win for all my babies [Big Tigger] Aight, well it's clear in this new year you've been busy But how you been
out Fellas, what you gon' say now? Thirsty? Not, my verse just quenched your thirst From the burst of energy shinin' on the appetite Can't cross the thin line
lyricy, for I will be the nigga to lead The sea of lost souls to see the light Forever in the night time Write rhymes, lock lines, lyrical stop signs
check the T-Dot consulate Any bad talk outta ya mout y'affi cancel it Niggas wanted to be the king but they couldn't handle it Too busy tryna sell a
I dont even mind when I see you lookin at me Givin me a sign and your wishin that you had me Contaplatin over thinkin every single line Sendin me a drink
is the good guy now I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now Like the World's interrupting my song, with an interlude can't youa??ll see I'm busy trying
Every night your line is busy All that buzzin' makes me dizzy Couldn't count on all my fingers All the dates you had with swingers Bye, bye, bye, baby
The pimp, Polow! Fergie Ferg, what's up baby? Come on! When I come to the club step aside (Oh shit!) Part the seas, don't be havin? me in the line (Oh
to find a number to use Trying to check out her number Trying to run down her line Operator said that's priviledged information And it ain't no business
the law We tasted blood and we want more For we are murder, we like it burnt No quarter, we draw the line And you're so gracious, lost in time Too busy