Standing on bidness I stay 10-toe
Ain't talking money don't call up my phone
Said he want beef, turn that boy to a ghost
I'm f*cking his bitch, cause she a throat goat
You play with my brothers, boy, that's a no-no
That boy bought a blick just to post some photos
I'm tryna make it big off selling coco
Highway with a brick inside a Volvo, tryna to dodge 5-0
Yeah, that's all I know
Pussy money, weed, and I gotta keep them close
Surrounded by my brothers, and we 'bout to make a toast
Toastin' to the future, yeah, we about to make the most, of it
Smoking on loud, I'm so buzzing
Y'all ain't really been on nothin
I really probably got more money
And I swear to God, I got more coming
Me and my brothers balled out Joe Rogan
Remember back days, trapping out of Ford Focus
Bro went and switched, now he act like I don't notice
You ain't got drive like me, I got motion
Bad lil' bitch, and she ride me like Moped
Nutted on her face, and she used my lotion
Mixin' up drank, yeah, I'm sippin' on potion
Smokin' good dope, got my third eye open
Smokin' on this dope, for the green, I'm a fiend
Yeah, it's all up on my phone, John Cena, you can't see me
I might just go ghost, in Ibiza, with a Visa
Chillin' on a coast, plotting on a new home
Right now I'm on the microphone
I'm makin' song after song
Smokin' good kush it stay in my lungs
No, I'm not perfect, I'll right my wrongs
Standing on bidness I stay 10-toe
Ain't talking money don't call up my phone
Said he want beef, turn that boy to a ghost
I'm f*cking his bitch, cause she a throat goat
You play with my brothers, boy, that's a no-no
That boy bought a blick just to post some photos
I'm tryna make it big off selling coco
Highway with a brick inside a Volvo, tryna to dodge 5-0
Yung Shalack - Standing on Business Lyrics
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Standing on bidness I stay 10-toe
Ain't talking money don't call up my phone
Said he want beef, turn that boy to a ghost
I'm f*cking his bitch, cause she a throat goat
You play with my brothers, boy, that's a no-no
That boy bought a blick just to post some photos
I'm tryna make it big off selling coco
Highway with a brick inside a Volvo, tryna to dodge 5-0
Yeah, that's all I know
Pussy money, weed, and I gotta keep them close
Surrounded by my brothers, and we 'bout to make a toast
Toastin' to the future, yeah, we about to make the most, of it
Smoking on loud, I'm so buzzing
Y'all ain't really been on nothin
I really probably got more money
And I swear to God, I got more coming
Me and my brothers balled out Joe Rogan
Remember back days, trapping out of Ford Focus
Bro went and switched, now he act like I don't notice
You ain't got drive like me, I got motion
Bad lil' bitch, and she ride me like Moped
Nutted on her face, and she used my lotion
Mixin' up drank, yeah, I'm sippin' on potion
Smokin' good dope, got my third eye open
Smokin' on this dope, for the green, I'm a fiend
Yeah, it's all up on my phone, John Cena, you can't see me
I might just go ghost, in Ibiza, with a Visa
Chillin' on a coast, plotting on a new home
Right now I'm on the microphone
I'm makin' song after song
Smokin' good kush it stay in my lungs
No, I'm not perfect, I'll right my wrongs
Standing on bidness I stay 10-toe
Ain't talking money don't call up my phone
Said he want beef, turn that boy to a ghost
I'm f*cking his bitch, cause she a throat goat
You play with my brothers, boy, that's a no-no
That boy bought a blick just to post some photos
I'm tryna make it big off selling coco
Highway with a brick inside a Volvo, tryna to dodge 5-0
Ain't talking money don't call up my phone
Said he want beef, turn that boy to a ghost
I'm f*cking his bitch, cause she a throat goat
You play with my brothers, boy, that's a no-no
That boy bought a blick just to post some photos
I'm tryna make it big off selling coco
Highway with a brick inside a Volvo, tryna to dodge 5-0
Yeah, that's all I know
Pussy money, weed, and I gotta keep them close
Surrounded by my brothers, and we 'bout to make a toast
Toastin' to the future, yeah, we about to make the most, of it
Smoking on loud, I'm so buzzing
Y'all ain't really been on nothin
I really probably got more money
And I swear to God, I got more coming
Me and my brothers balled out Joe Rogan
Remember back days, trapping out of Ford Focus
Bro went and switched, now he act like I don't notice
You ain't got drive like me, I got motion
Bad lil' bitch, and she ride me like Moped
Nutted on her face, and she used my lotion
Mixin' up drank, yeah, I'm sippin' on potion
Smokin' good dope, got my third eye open
Smokin' on this dope, for the green, I'm a fiend
Yeah, it's all up on my phone, John Cena, you can't see me
I might just go ghost, in Ibiza, with a Visa
Chillin' on a coast, plotting on a new home
Right now I'm on the microphone
I'm makin' song after song
Smokin' good kush it stay in my lungs
No, I'm not perfect, I'll right my wrongs
Standing on bidness I stay 10-toe
Ain't talking money don't call up my phone
Said he want beef, turn that boy to a ghost
I'm f*cking his bitch, cause she a throat goat
You play with my brothers, boy, that's a no-no
That boy bought a blick just to post some photos
I'm tryna make it big off selling coco
Highway with a brick inside a Volvo, tryna to dodge 5-0
Writer: Nathaniel McGuire
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