[Pre-Chorus: Drey Skonie]
Come fuck wit’ a real one, come fuck wit’ a real one, yeah, yeah
I’ma give you that good love, I’ma give you that hood love, yeah, yeah
Them other niggas ain’t act right, but I know how to make ya act right, yeah
I’ma do what he doesn’t, I’ma do it like it’s nothin’
[Chorus: Drey Skonie]
Niggas ain’t built me, these niggas ain’t cut me
Other niggas you don’t trust like me, no, no, no
A boss got bid’ness of his own
Niggas ain’t built me, these niggas ain’t cut me
Other niggas you don’t trust like me, no, no, no
A boss got bid’ness of his own
[Verse 1: Payroll]
She said from my appearance, “Boy, you got a lot of bitches”
Nah, I ain’t got time, I mainly just handle bid’ness
She asked what I do, while she glancin’ at my wrist
I told her real estate, she said, “Basically, you sell bricks”
I just laughed at the shit, “Nah, baby I’m legit
I’m a bid’nessman, I don’t be into no street shit”
Took her to a restaurant, and I think she peeped quick
She ain’t wit’ a average nigga that be postin’ money pics
She like, “Why the restaurant owner keep sendin’ drinks?
We ain’t have no reservations, how we takin’ people’s seats?
And why them foreign dudes just send us some Dom P?
And how we eatin’ all of this food, and it was free?”
You ask too many questions, just let me enjoy your presence
Don’t tell me you used to peasants, I can change your life in seconds
On rooftops for breakfast, gettin’ closer over mimosas
But I ain’t one for talkin’, it’s better if I just show ya, you know?
Come fuck wit’ a real one, come fuck wit’ a real one, yeah, yeah
I’ma give you that good love, I’ma give you that hood love, yeah, yeah
Them other niggas ain’t act right, but I know how to make ya act right, yeah
I’ma do what he doesn’t, I’ma do it like it’s nothin’
[Chorus: Drey Skonie]
Niggas ain’t built me, these niggas ain’t cut me
Other niggas you don’t trust like me, no, no, no
A boss got bid’ness of his own
Niggas ain’t built me, these niggas ain’t cut me
Other niggas you don’t trust like me, no, no, no
A boss got bid’ness of his own
[Verse 1: Payroll]
She said from my appearance, “Boy, you got a lot of bitches”
Nah, I ain’t got time, I mainly just handle bid’ness
She asked what I do, while she glancin’ at my wrist
I told her real estate, she said, “Basically, you sell bricks”
I just laughed at the shit, “Nah, baby I’m legit
I’m a bid’nessman, I don’t be into no street shit”
Took her to a restaurant, and I think she peeped quick
She ain’t wit’ a average nigga that be postin’ money pics
She like, “Why the restaurant owner keep sendin’ drinks?
We ain’t have no reservations, how we takin’ people’s seats?
And why them foreign dudes just send us some Dom P?
And how we eatin’ all of this food, and it was free?”
You ask too many questions, just let me enjoy your presence
Don’t tell me you used to peasants, I can change your life in seconds
On rooftops for breakfast, gettin’ closer over mimosas
But I ain’t one for talkin’, it’s better if I just show ya, you know?
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