Business lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, young n*gga stay by his business
Young n*gga by my business
Young n*gga by my business
Stack it up right to the ceiling
Money as tall as a building
My life not regular, n*gga
f*ck I'ma do with a million? (f*ck I'ma do with a million?)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Benjamin Franklin, what I'm thinkin', I'm high as a kite
Not talkin' money, don't know what you mean, 'cause none of my n*ggas not nice
I can feel the drank when they hit my spleen, its Faygo Cream, not Sprite (Yeah)
Vest on my chest, and I'm so Double S that I tatted that sh*t on me twice (Set)
I told that b*tch "Get me right" (Set, set)
She sucked me up and f*cked me and then I told that b*tch she cannot spend the night, ayy
No, wе don't have time to bond, ayy
As they marchin' likе James Bond, ayy
This not a regular suit, but Alegara, watch the way I drop the mine, ayy
Walk on the beat, take my time
And I got that money on me like a settlement
Money so ooh like the chips in this kettle [?]
b*tch, I'm a veteran, still rockin' VETEMENTS
She ride my di*k on the top like she pedalin'
Diamonds so white like the skin on Angelica
Black diamonds on me, them b*tches got melanin
Stand on my money, lil' n*gga, I'm 7'10
I'm a lil' different, I walk around, seven cents
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, young n*gga stay by his business
Young n*gga by my business
Young n*gga by my business
Stack it up right to the ceiling
Money as tall as a building
My life not regular, n*gga
f*ck I'ma do with a million? (f*ck I'ma do with a million?)

[Verse 2: NGeeYL]
YB Chips for real??
Hop out wit 8
I get b*tches for real (AR)
Hop out wit dracs broad day
Hop out this b*tch n I eat at his face! (Double s Double S)
b*tch im shiesty (sset) (sset)
NY they dont like me (dont like me)
I was f*ckin onna new bit everyday (Everyday!)
Thats jus how my life be (on gawwdd)
Put my scope onna stick now i jus sight see (choppaaa)
Pop out w a hunnid (bangbang)
COME TO THE TRAP ONNA JUNKIE (ONG)
Carve yo ass up like a pumpkin (carve em up)
Sorry Imma be behind you??
Play wit lil bro then we gunnin (no bap... bap)
Hop out (bow bow)
Pop out
I got dat Glock out (sset sset)
Dat bit go yap! yap! (Go yap!)
Knock down 8 blocks (yaahhh)
f*ck yo daddys spot (yaaah)
f*ck yo gramma house (yaahh)
Pull up rainin on this sh*t
Bring yo ponchos out! (Sset)
If you see a n*gga wit me kno he cutthroat
I just hopped up in the streets but I dont jump rope
Pls dont mention yung yl cuz then it gun smoke
Had that fye and he ain't squeeze it guess his gun broke