My Biz Lyrics – King Los

Yo
Los
Big Dot
We got one baby
I don’t even think they ready for this
Hello, ayo

Yo, yesterday I got a call from Puff,
Said what you doin? Said doin me,
Shit what you doin? He said makin plans,
I said a plan for who? He said you and me,
Most money, most swag, might as well shut this bitch down,
And fuck them haters when I hanged up tell em kiss your ass cause you rich now,
Said cool ain’t nothing, dudes ain’t stunting,
On the block in my city, had the tool popping,
Did the trap in my city my crew ain’t jumping,
What? When? Where? Nigga who ain’t coming,
Flexing, we never lay em out, my clique brought that fly shit,
And the best thing that ever came out your bitch mouth was my dick,
Hell no, no ho, don’t bust no pimp,
Niggas better catch up like a condo slip,
And I’m fly as hell, don’t start no shit,
See my YSL’s cost condo rent,
Man my money so good and my clique so bad,
And my Rollie don’t tic and my bitch don’t nag,
And you just don’t swag like me, my guy,
Automatic swag, I need not try,
She never seen no boy that clean
Better cuff that bitch, that nice shirt, jeans,
If we one that scene better lock that nigga,
Catch me in the section with all the Ciroc at nigga,
Roll up in the peach got her box wet nigga,
Got rockets, heat, Bosh, Yao,
How we ball up in the, dice, seesh gosh wow

Be like damn what’s happening my G?
Man you tryna blow dough on my bitches
You know, swinging through the block in a brand new 2 door
Rolling slow in them digits
Probably got models over here bottles in the air,
Blowing dro with my niggas
Homie I grind, I shine, I mind my business

I mind my business
My business, my business
I mind my business
My business, my business
What? What they say bout me?
Fuck what they say bout me
If it ain’t bout money then it ain’t bout me
If it ain’t bout money then it ain’t bout me
I mind my business

My new thing and I get my Liu Kang on,
Bumping 2 chains and I got 2 chains on,
Got the Loubuitons on these groupie broads,
Drop top, gut’s off like a sushi bar,
I don’t trick motherfucker, I don’t choose yo broad,
She make a wish ’cause you lookin up to the stars,
Couple bottles, few cigars,
At the green like Tiger when he shoot for par,
I gotta lose yo part, I gotta go ahead
I got a old Chevy, new wheels,
I got a old plan to get new money
Oh you mad I got a new deal?
A few pills and she go off,
Like her 2 heels and her Trues will,
I mean after all I do wrap em all,
You know Meek Mill? Lou Will?
One rap one ball, get it rap and ball,
Like J Kidd when I grab the ball,
They can’t play me, I’m all nets like Jay-Z’s basketball team,
King Los, shot good like I could’ve played for the Mavs,
I’m King Los and I’m so good that I could’ve stayed with the Cavs,
No diss to Bron Bron, niggas get yo pompoms,
I’m sippin Sean Dom and my sneakers Sean John,
In my block where they flip it then they get it gone gone,
Cause my homies in the feds and my niggas long gone,
No floss round me, baby get strong arm,
Move your arms strong ’cause my niggas shoot like Armstrong,
Standing on the couch and we blowin strong strong,
You ain’t getting no money, damn that’s funny what’s wrong,

Be like damn what’s happening my G?
Man you tryna blow dough on my bitches
You know, swinging through the block in a brand new 2 door
Rolling slow in them digits
Probably got models over here, bottles in the air
Blowing dro with my niggas
Homie I grind, I shine and I mind my business

I mind my business
My business, my business
I mind my business
My business, my business
What? What they say bout me?
Fuck what they say bout me
If it ain’t bout money then it ain’t bout me
If it ain’t bout money then it ain’t bout me
I mind my business