The Business Song lyrics

Let's get down to business

Nunya, nunya what

None of yall business

I told you to mind ya business

Talkin about me

M-u-d, I told you start a business

Mad because I’m about my business

A b*tch is a b*tch, so you know it's just business


Business is business

So you kno im getting busy

Time to get busy

I showed you the blueprint

Unreal engine 5, modulation to the blueprints
Modifying blueprint

Listening to blueprint…2

Ima cruise ship, watch I how doos this


How do you do b*tch
How are you doin

Do it again Muuud
I like how you do it


This is how we do it

Listen to the music

Westside til I die

I ain't movin


Just like the matrix. Look at the movements

Startеd on my lonely, now look the movemеnt
Views gettin lower, still my life is a movie

Moneys getting longer, b*tch I might be in a movie

It’s you rollin….b*tch I might be

f*ckin with the midgets

Now she dealing wit mighty mites

It's you rollin, b*tch I might be

Fw them n*ggas

Got them thinkin they Mighty Mouse


Is you rollin, in my white tee

Perc 30 gotta n*gga sweatin his white tee

Yup in my white tee, in my white tee

All in the club, spittin game in my white tee

Even might wear a chain with the white tee


Does yo chain hang low….do it wobble to the floor

No it dont

Do it shine in the light, does it glisten
When it glow

No it don't


You tried to take me out

After I told you, I was working a double

You can keep the food, you little hamburger
Should've bought a double

Must of thought I'm sucka

Well how many licks does it take
To get to the center of this sucka



Now how many licks does it take
Money shot bussin on her face

Now how many licks does it take
Face shot, bustin out ya brains


Burn in hell fagget
I'm laughing to the bank

Still mad I couldn't break

Still mad, I wouldn't break

Bring em out x

Let em see

What greatness is….m-u-d



You know make me wanna shout

You better not cry

And you better not pout

I’m telling you why….youre still sleeping on the couch


Jive turkey

You needa get a job, diggin in yo booty

Now you diggin in yo coochy

She was diggin in her booty

Now she diggin in her coochy

Diggin in her nose now back to diggin in her booty


Hit the booty doo, now the room smell like booty


Never say die, mf were the goonies


Good to be alive, but it ain’t good to be a groupie


Groupin up together, group chattin

Still losing in life, tryna look clean


Tryna look mean

Look at me x

Tryna push peace


No hymen no diamond

b*tch you must bleed


And go and tell your husband Jesus

Ima suck these

And ima FaceTime your father, while you suck these


You suck at everything you do

Tryna succeed

Sucky sucky sucky now yall

She can suck d

Told dat b*tch to keep suckin til she sucks seeds