Business N Percents lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Veeze]
Cup dirty, that b*tch need to take a bath
COD, n*gga, you can't pay me half
I got so many offers like I'm goin' in the draft
A hundred yards, throwin' n*ggas eagles like McNabb

[Verse 2: ESP Dreez]
You know these hoes for the crew
Yeah, she love you, but she love me too
Made three hundred blues and I blew it
You show too much emotion, I don't think that you do sh*t
Fifty 'bows, put 'em in motion, lyin', sippin' on a potion
And she callin' me, she tellin' me she wanted me to swim up in her ocean
I would lovе the f*ckin' b*tch, but she said she triplе six
Four, five b*tches sittin' in my f*ckin' whip

[Verse 3: Veeze]
If I don't got my double cup, then I can't take a nap
I'm havin' problems steerin', this b*tch neck all in my lap
I know the opps just lurk my page, they wait for me to lack
That lil' n*gga broke as a joke, but it don't make me laugh
I'm the real Blood, sippin' lean, eatin' crab
I stay with that cash just like Weeknd and NAV
Re-up on the bags, spend a week down in Nash'
Motion Gang, rep the birds just like Taliban Bag
Brothers Only, wanna join, need a body-bag
Put a tag on his head, we'll pop a tag
You gotta drop him, I don't care if you ain't got no mask
CMO play with chops like karate class
[Verse 4: ESP Dreez]
Might pop the f*ckin' tag and put you in some baskets
She dancin' on the f*ckin' loot, I call it what an asset
You pillow talk to the b*tch tryna make it make sense
I'm chillin' with the f*ckin' bosses, talkin' business and percents
I throw the blues on the floor, now I got 'em thinkin' that it's f*ckin' fake
They told me to pull up at f*ckin' two and I'm pullin' up at eight
They smiled in my f*ckin' face and said, "Dreez, you never late"

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