​business (interlude) ​wonder

[Intro]
Ayy
Okay
Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
I would never pull up with no stick
We take shots, we don't miss
I been on my own shit
Quit my job, a broke bitch
Fell from the precipice tryin' to prove my precedents
Revivin' dead presidents
If you actin' a pessimist
Pull up to my residence
I am the rap specialist
Don't even need no evidence
Better than all the rest of us
Not even gon' mind my wrist
Want the beat to go find [?]
Want a broad to go find my bitch
I ain't even gon' tote my fist

[Hook]
No bitch I don't fuck!
And I got no luck!
And I'm all up in my bag when I go buck!
Yo bitch I don't fuck!
And I got no luck!
And I'm all up in my bag when I go buck!