| It ain’t none of yo business, how I ball in these streets
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| What bad bitch, laying in my sheets
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| And it ain’t none of yo business, how I’m getting my do'
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| Just know, that I get it on the low
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| And it ain’t none of ya business, so don’t even ask
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| How I get my money, how I’m stacking my cash
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| Boys always wanna ask O
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| Ay what you pay for that, say what that cost bro
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| They see me with a bitch, with a ass like whoa
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| The first thing they gon' ask, is you fucking that hoe
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| Well first things first, it ain’t none of yo bis'
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| Don’t worry bout me, nigga worry bout your kids
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| You tell em where you stay, man they run up in your crib
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| You tell em what you scoring, you end up doing bids
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| Man these boys is so nosy
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| Look at all them hating, cause I’m sipping on some Rosay
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| See me dap my essay, they say how you know Jose
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| Oh that’s where you get your work from, a stripper told me
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| Well she don’t know shit, and you niggaz so boldgy
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| Peeping, with your looking ass
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| Cause I’m burning bread, like I’m cooking cash
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| Tell these boys your bis', get tooken fast
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| Wanna know how to come up, stop with the trash
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| It ain’t none of yo business, how I ball in these streets
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| What bad bitch, laying in my sheets
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| And it ain’t none of yo business, how I’m getting my do'
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| Just know, that I get it on the low
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| And it ain’t none of ya business, how I’m stacking my bread
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| If it ain’t these damn jackers, it’s the FED’s
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| And it ain’t none of yo business, so don’t worry bout me
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| All you gotta know, is nigga I’m a G
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| (it ain’t none of yo business)
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| Why you so nosy
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| (it ain’t none of yo business)
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| Worry bout yourself
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| Niggaz the new bitches, gossip like hoes
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| Acting like they on they periods, when they see a hoe
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| Quick talk with they opinion, when it ain’t worth shit
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| Before you give me some advice, get where I’m at bitch
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| Trying to save my sluts, asking why they fuck with me
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| Tell her now I’m a dog, I done fucked the whole city
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| I’m like mayn, what part of the game is that
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| And after all your hate, she still came right back
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| Tal’n bout what I’m worth, and how a nigga don’t spend
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| Sound like a bunch of hoes, y’all niggaz ain’t men
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| Asking questions bout what I drive, and where I live
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| Might be snitching trying to send them FED’s, to my crib
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| Keep my name out your mouth, 'fore I break it
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| And next chance I get to bust ya head, I’ma take it
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| Don’t worry bout my money, if I’m the one that make it
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| They see a playa shining, and they hoe ass hate it
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| (it ain’t none of yo business)
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| Why you so nosy
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| (it ain’t none of yo business)
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| Worry bout yourself |