Don Elon - Bad Business

Okay I’m back in it
And Im bad for your business
Get the bag, grip it
Flip the cash I don’t spend it
I get it, aye
Yeah, I get it, aye
Ima get it, look
And we get it, aye
Aye, why you mad? Trippin
I’m relaxed and I’m chilling
In my bag, winning, hit you back in a minute
I get it, aye
Yeah, I get it
Ima get it, look
And we get it, aye
Look
Okay I’m back in it, like I reversed on ‘em
Pardon my scheme, if they scheme, I gotta curve on ‘em
All of that green, and that cheese it’s losing worth on ‘em
Toss it to me, I finesse it and make it work for me
Make that worth back
Doubled and tripled with interest
Ain’t no looking back, lost like I’m troubled with vision
Mack, homie the bag, cash on me, don’t act on me
The cast only, we calling out action if you want it
And it don’t matter to me, ain’t no slack in my team
We only lacking fatigue
Ain’t no practice for we, you better asking for 3
And if you asking for me, just know you asking for we
‘Cause muhfucka I don came up graduated
I told my momma that we got it shit we gotta make it
And I don’t ever make a move unless it’s calculated
And I can give you what you need, please believe that I got it catered
I keep my family round me, shit wherever I go
I got a couple real ones, they like Tommy and Cole
Feel like we talking in code ‘Cause they can’t get what we on
And I can’t come to the phone
So as long as you know
That I’m back in it
And Im bad for your business
Get the bag, grip it
Flip the cash I don’t spend it
I get it, aye
Yeah, I get it, aye
Ima get it, look
And we get it, aye
Aye, why you mad? Trippin
I’m relaxed and I’m chilling
In my bag, winning, hit you back in a minute
I get it, aye
Yeah, I get it
Ima get it, look
And we get it, aye
And so we back like we never left
I been off the scene
I told my team just know we plenty blessed
‘Cause I just copped me all the keys to the door
I’m beamin, I’m on
I skip the scene, shit the season
I seen it before
I need the green in galore
Picture me rollin
Whippin’ down sunset
I gotta get it
I’m fiending my fingers itching
The way I’m moving ima need a new estate
Move my family outta state
I cant do it if they cant
Make a play for the kid
Or see the lane that I’m in
Fuck around and double down
And break the bank for the kid, I swear
Shit I need it now
Yeah
I guess i gotta pop shit, drop shit
That shit to get it knocking
I get paid and pay my name
To play the game that’s a deposit
Many Gs what I’m owed
Plenty degrees but I’m cold
When they see me it’s gon’ be a Billie Jean in my phone
I can’t be reached on my phone
Tell ‘em leave me alone
And they can raise up out my seat tell ‘em to leave me the throne
And I don’t need me a loan
Unless it’s cash, innit
And I can get it on my own and that’s some bad business
I said I’m back in it
And Im bad for your business
Get the bag, grip it
Flip the cash I don’t spend it
I get it, aye
Yeah, I get it, aye
Ima get it, look
And we get it, aye
Aye, why you mad? Trippin
I’m relaxed and I’m chilling
In my bag, winning, hit you back in a minute
I get it, aye
Yeah, I get it
Ima get it, look
And we get it, aye

Written by:
DAngelo Washington

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