Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Business , by - NAV. Song from the album Good Intentions, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: XO
Song language: English
My Business |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah (Woo) |
| (Woo) |
| I’m a boss, I’m minding my business |
| Open up the box, got bales in the kitchen |
| Owe me a bag and I’m coming to get it |
| Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic |
| You know I’m the man, I’ll show you 'round my city |
| Gas 93, now everything litty |
| Rooks got the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches |
| Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky |
| Extra blue cheese and extra guac', I’m part of the money-making committee |
| Heard them hating, they said that I’m done, but I ain’t going nowhere, |
| who’re you kidding? |
| After my show, I got three hoes and I signed three letters on all they titties |
| Getting these millions, tryna get a billion, I was born one day before Diddy |
| It’s hard to make it out where I came up at (Up at) |
| Invest in myself, made everything back (Make back) |
| I just left Dior and I spent ten racks (Ten racks) |
| Took a hundred thousand out, playin' catch |
| In the foreign doing burnouts (Let's go) |
| Had to get a burnout phone to sell dope |
| One year 'til my brother get out (Let's go) |
| Gotta sip syrup 'cause it help me cope |
| I’ma just let the pills do the work, I don’t wanna think no more (Think no more) |
| Got a girl holdin' me down, I don’t give a fuck about fuckin' tings no more |
| I don’t give a fuck where I made my last check, I know I still want more (Want |
| more) |
| Used to care about what people think about me, I don’t give a fuck no more |
| I’m a boss, I’m minding my business (My business) |
| Open up the box, got bales in the kitchen |
| Owe me a bag and I’m coming to get it |
| Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic |
| You know I’m the man, I’ll show you 'round my city |
| Gas 93, now everything litty |
| Rooks got the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches |
| Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky |
| Extra blue cheese and extra guac', I’m part of the money-making committee |
| Heard them hating, they said that I’m done, but I ain’t going nowhere, |
| who’re you kidding? |
| After my show, I got three hoes and I signed three letters on all they titties |
| Getting these millions, tryna get a billion, I was born one day before Diddy |
| Post in Cha-nay-nay, I treat it like a trap |
| Spent a Lambo' truck just on bags |
| I ain’t seen a bitch yet turn down cash |
| Richard Mille icy, splash on splash |
| Got a lot of shooters and they ready to go crash |
| Call up the vibes just to come through and spazz |
| Brr, brr, you know how they work it |
| Brr, brr, you know, and they twerking |
| Brr, brr, my cup full of dirty |
| Brr, brr, the Glock hold a thirty |
| I don’t wanna talk 'cause it might be the feds |
| Looking at the wrist, yeah, that might be a brick |
| By the way the chain hit, sold a few bales |
| Walkin' with a chopper, gotta take small steps |
| Jimmy Choo shoes, I could walk through Hell |
| Five thousand apiece, I can walk on air |
| Look at my sleeves, got ice everywhere |
| Took a bitch skiing out in Colorado, woo |
| This bitch doing dust, she off Colorado, woo |
| I shouldn’t’ve put the freak in the Bentayga, woo |
| Bought a bitch an AP, came with carats |
| Two-tone Audemars, rich ass habits |
| Splurgin' in Hermes, spent a G Wagen |
| Feed a bitch shrimp 'cause a nigga ain’t crabbin' |
| Boss, and I’m minding my business |
| Sleepin' in the trap, got bales in the kitchen |
| Secured my bag and it came with a chicken |
| Went and catch a flight, I done switched up baguettes |
| King Pluto, ooh, I run my city |
| Me and my slimes gon' handle that business |
| My little brother NAV gon' share your bitch |
| Shit get bloody, yeah, shit get sticky |
| Extra cheese, gotta kill all the rats, and the cups, they muddy, yeah |
| When you havin' spill, havin' paper, these bitches gon' leave her hubby, yeah |
| After my shows, I’ma take a few hoes, I’ma turn my dressing room to a strip club |
| When I get a billion, I’ma keep a trillion, ain’t never stopped me from sippin' |
| my 'Tussin |
| I’m a boss, I’m minding my business |
| Open up the box, got bales in the kitchen |
| Owe me a bag and I’m coming to get it |
| Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic |
| You know I’m the man, I’ll show you 'round my city |
| Gas 93, now everything litty |
| Rooks got the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches |
| Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky |
| Extra blue cheese and extra guac', I’m part of the money-making committee |
| Heard them hating, they said that I’m done, but I ain’t going nowhere, |
| who’re you kidding? |
| After my show, I got three hoes and I signed three letters on all they titties |
| (NAV) |
| Getting these millions, tryna get a billion, I was born one day before Diddy |
| (Woo) |