Business & Personal Lyrics

This personal Huh, this shit business and personal Shit that I been through (Tuh) Bitches would've been beggin' me to switch shoes Mama ain't know how we was gon' eat back in '98 Same kid made sure the whole family ate (Whew) 'Cause this personal, yeah Business and personal Mind, body, and spirit, I've been in a good place Maid said she found 10K, told her, "Keep it, have a good day" Fans say they miss the old me, but I wouldn't be here with my old ways Tried to put me on Front Street, now they gotta see me on the front page I ain't even tryna competе, I get compared, I don't complain Bitches thought I would'vе died off, if I did, it'll be of old age Pretty face and a slim waist, niggas on my bumper like road rage Walk in Magic City, but this ain't the type of rain bitches want to go away Rap bitches puttin' singles out, shit ain't even hittin' like my throwaways Five hundred, that's a show away, fast money on a slower day I get in the booth singin' like SZA, fuck around, be a note away I put on this vintage Rolex, that's the only thing with an older face (Tuh) Y'all bitches gotta chill on the hate 'Cause it's only puttin' gas in the tank Big Mama, bitch, your ass getting spanked That bitch at the end of the day Maybach, that's the Benz of the day Car seat, got a kid on the way (Kid on the way) This personal (Skrrt) Huh, this shit business and personal Shit that I been through (Tuh) Bitches would've been beggin' me to switch shoes Mama ain't know how we was gon' eat back in '98 Same kid made sure the whole family ate (Whew) 'Cause this personal, yeah Business and personal Ayy, this baby ain't slowin' shit down but the horsepower Had to get the Rolls and put the Lams up for a while, huh Still steppin' on shit like somebody ain't pickin' up dog piles Yeah, you know These bitches hatin', wish that they was livin' in my skin I'm in a multimillion-dollar crib playin' Sims I'm backin' out the Brabus, tryin' not to scrape the rims Big Mama John Deere, bitch, I'm comes through trim (Skrrt, skrrt) Ten bodyguards, I'm a motherfuckin' star Bitch, it ain't no bumpin' me unless it's caviar I've been gettin' thicker like my nigga addin' starch I'm jumpin' off of boats with my hoes 'cause we the sharks Yeah, richest out of Rex, huh (Frrt) Only thing Alfredo is my pussy when I sex (Uh) Wafi picked it out his nose and put it on my neck I got Bentley seats massagin' me in traffic while I text I got OCD, please miss me with the mess Every birthday, I'm on an island via jet I got money too, so I barely ever ask But if I do, he like Floetry, he known for sayin' yes Five racks on Balenci' sweats, tryna hide my belly (Ha) I ain't trick-or-treatin' when I'm puttin' on this skelly (Hmm) Bitches beef with me, it's rare 'cause they ain't fuckin' ready I done made more honey buns than that ho Little Debbie (Frrt, frrt, frrt) They call me Big Mama, huh, like a fat bitch Oh, they think crodie wrote it, pfft, that's a compliment I brush my teeth twice (And do), 'cause I be talkin' shit (And do) Like fuck a hater, a red light barely stoppin' this bitch Niggas wanna get behind it like the cops in this bitch (Woo-woo) Patron of the new clothes when I shop in this bitch Michael made 'em open up like a mosh in this bitch I'm so motherfuckin' fine, he never soft in this bitch Uh, Brook the tallest fine shit to touch the 'net since Angel Swear my mama snapped twice like she ain't get the angle I'm goin' in with nothin' but some water and prenatals (Okay) Still makin' shit shake with no help from the label (Tuh) Just me and Kayla splittin' bread like a fuckin' bagel (Brr) Got my man sendin' wires like he doin' cable Know how to talk to his baby, think he Ms. Rachel Yeah, they gon' hate this (Tuh) MVP like SGA, I swear I can't miss (Swish) Ain't nobody touchin' me but TSA, bitch (Tuh) They waitin' on Big Mama to drop like GTA 6