G. Baker - Standin On Bizz / More Bizzness Lyrics

My VA girls
Let me see your hands

On your independent shit
You don't even need a man

Yea you got it
Let em know em know ain't a thing switched

But whichever way it go
Yea you standing on bizz

Transitioned from being shy now to live now
Bumping my shit whenever you ride round

It's high bounds first class when you flyin round
Julio in the glass when you buying rounds

I know you used to the cake I guess it's pie'n now
F*ck yo hoes f*ck yo foes ain't no hiding now

Spend a check get a check never mind em now
Tesla X hit the flex when you sliding out

Aye, aye
And you don't do too you know that these hoes watching c

All you gotta do is walk in the room
You a whole optic

Swear if I laid eyes on you
You the cold option

Ain't no other way around it though
Grills all over your teeth

I like how you sounding though
Constantly filling your glass

Whenever your rounds are low
DJ playing your shit

I see how you grinding slow
Got a nigga so intrigued wit it

Keen wit it
Let em know you ain't green wit it

Clean image
Ass phatter than 3 women's

Put together who look better?
I'm just saying baby

From the back that shit phat
How you stand baby?!?!?!?

I'm a mess all respect
I'm just playing baby

You don't care they on read
Let these maf*ckas know that you standing on bizz

All my VA girls
Let me see your hands

On your independent shit
You don't even need a man

Yea you got it
Let em know em know ain't a thing switched

But whichever way it go
Yea you standing on bizz

All my VA girls
Let me see your hands

On your independent shit
You don't even need a man

Yea you got it
Let em know em know ain't a thing switched

But whichever way it go
Yea you standing on bizz

Mo bizzness mo bizzness
Mo, mo, mo bizness

Mo bizzness, mo bizzness
Mo, mo, mo bizzness

Mo bizzness, mo bizzness
Mo, mo, mo bizzness

Mo bizzness, mo bizzness
Mo, mo, mo bizzness

They stringing along on my coat tail
No matter the storm my boat sail

I'm scoring again that's wholesale
I Pisces the work that's dope scale

Wait
I throw right in my blunts whatever I don't sell

I don't need me no fronts that's, don't give me no cut
I do what I want that don't fail

And you running your lips and you stuck wit the chatter
I'm f*ckin your bitch I put dick in her bladder

I f*ck her on carpet I feel like Aladdin
Now tell me where Jasmine?

Niggas need to commentate a maf*ckin track meet
How they run their mouth

Maf*ckas don't believe that their shit stinks man til you dump em out

The same maf*cka squeeze bring you to yo knees
Yea we bleed the same amount

Prescott contract situation wit the team
Rather play it out

Wait
I'm hitting my blunt again

I'm ready for war it's up again
These bitches is fraud they stuck again

They act like Pharrell, they front again
I don't really care ima f*ck again

I'm like a squirrel get a nut again
Whatever it is I'm planning to win

Blowing on gas never the mid
All for the cash while standing on bizz nigga