Out My Business

Fuck on my bae, pack my suitcase
 I'm finna hit the road
 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 30, 40 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
 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?