Out my business

Rod Wave

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    Fuck on my bae, pack my suitcase, I'm finna hit the road (Pipe that shit up, TNT)
    Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
    Uh, yeah (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

    Fuck on my bae, pack my suitcase, I'm finna hit the road
    Jump off the plane straight to the stage, I go collect my dough
    Back to that bottom, stackin' guala with my main niggas
    Bought my house on top of the hill, but my heart in them trenches
    Bitches be thirty, forty years old, still in my business
    They quick to talk about the shit that they'd be doing different
    Three years ago, I was a joke, they ain't wan' take me serious
    Now they be mad 'cause they see we went from rags to riches
    Can't leave the house without my glizzy, niggas out to get me
    Before I get caught up without it, I get caught up with it
    My ho the sickest, so I turned her to my baby mama
    Want her position, so they quick to confront her with drama
    Niggas do all that talking and typing like it's a problem
    Since it's a problem, I'll call up Jigga, we bought up choppers
    Lil Chris a shotta, he'll do a hit in Balenciagas
    Yeah, that's the one, boy, he gon' get it done, boy
    Now let's take a trip, we all in DC at the MGM
    Buyin' Gucci and MCM, steak, potatoes, and scampi shrimp
    Top floor, ain't a hater near, surrounded by my dawgs
    Like they don't want us to ball, y'all, they want to see us fall

    They don't like it, but they gon' respect it
    Get up off your ass, get a check
    'Member when them bitches used to laugh at me
    Time pass by, now they mad at me
    They don't have a story, they'll make one
    I just stay up in my lane, chasin' paper
    They say them niggas young, wild, and ignorant
    I don't know you, you don't know me, stay out my business, bitch

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    Yeah, yeah
    Stay out my business, bitch
    Yeah, yeah
    Stay out my business, bitch
    Yeah, quit all that hatin' shit
    Quit all that fakin' shit

    Yeah, yeah, ah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Hold on, uh

    They don't like it but they gon' respect it
    Get up off your ass, get a check, uh
    'Member when them bitches used to laugh at me
    Time pass by, now they mad at me
    They don't have a story, they'll make one
    I just stay up in my lane, chasin' paper, uh
    They say them niggas young, wild, and ignorant
    I don't know you, you don't know me, stay out my business, bitch

    Yeah, yeah
    Stay out my business, bitch
    Yeah, yeah
    Stay out my business, bitch, uh
    Quit with all that hatin' shit
    Quit all that fakin' shit (Bitch ass)
    Stay out my business, bitch

    What up? Hah, what up?
    Nah, for real, what up?

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