YRN Murk – Business Is Business lyrics

[Intro: yrn Murk]
Yea
You know what I'm saying?
I mean... Business is business
Don't take it personal... Baby (Yea, gang)
Ya know what I mean? (Yea, gang)
(Pyrex Whippa) (gang)
Yea, yea, yea (yea)

[Chorus: yrn Murk]
I yold that girl "business is business" (yea, business is business)
Don't take it personal (yea, please)
I'm in a Maybach, I'm smoking (yea, Cookie)
Please close the curtain though (yea, keep it close)
Hunind round drum they gon' shoot (yea)
Look how they ducking though (yea, get down!)
I hit the jet with the given go (sho)
The police get hit with the pick and roll (sho, fuck 12)

[Verse: yrn Murk]
I get the nigga knock off (gone)
If you talk down on my name (Yea)
Real right I done came out the fly (Yah!)
I got my choppa customized to my blue sign (sign)
Leave my chain you get shot in the brain (pa, pa)
Kick him out my, my session he is a lame (get out)
And my main bitch got perfect aim (pow)
Still in the apartments serving pure cocaine
I get it popin' wit' niggas that don't want no smoke (we get it popin')
Business you owe me get hanged by the rope (business is business)
I'm with my brothers we want the whole loaf (I'm with the gang)
Cut your throat then you get tossed off the boat
Country boy I get the bag for the low (low)
I walked in the room you smell weed in the court (gas)
I want the babies, I don't do abort (no)
The bullet it missing must be the lord (God)
Violation you can snipe with the sword (slice)
Twin choppas who said they want war? (war)
Business is business and nothing else more (business is business)
I used to rob a lot when I got poor (ye)
Now I go shopping at Christian Dior (Christian Dior)
That is your girl? Your bitch is a horror (ugh)
Kidnap him wrap him up in a cord (get him)
I got them bricks and a Honda Accords

[Chorus: yrn Murk]
I yold that girl "business is business" (Yea, Business is business)
Don't take it personal (Yea, please)
I'm in a Maybach, I'm smoking (Yea, Cookie)
Please close the curtain though (Yea, keep it close)
Hunind round drum they gon' shoot (Yea)
Look how they ducking though (Yea, Yea, Get down!)
I hit the jet with the given go (What the fuck!)
The police get hit with the pick and roll (fuck 12)

[Verse 2: Duke Deuce]
Ay! Ay!
You is stop on the map (on the map)
Please cut that shit out (cut that shit out)
I pop a pillar, I chase for liquor, I knocked the pussy right out
Splah, Ye, ye
Four sticks needed bet the check

[?] booty
I'ma fit
I drop peace off on the set ye, ye
Hater won
Bitch don't tell me bout them niggas don't give a fuck bout what they say
Yep, wrist [?] Retarded hold it up I'm special lick
Fuck your bitch until she came out I thought she pissed up in my bed
Chubby nigga tell that body hoes love me like I'm [?]
Lit the hardest fart then poof
Yrn do doce so cool
Bitch can't cook she get the book
Bitch I'm so unusual
Can't take off my plate
I'm cutting the grass so I see the snakes
They tag on my back, but not in my face
You saw what you see then you know then you know they gon' hate (Business is business, bitch)

[Chorus: yrn Murk]
I yold that girl "business is business" (Yea, Business is business)
Don't take it personal (Yea, please)
I'm in a Maybach, I'm smoking (Yea, Cookie)
Please close the curtain though (Yea, keep it close)
Hunind round drum they gon' shoot (Yea)
Look how they ducking though (Yea, Get down!)
I hit the jet with the given go (Sho, sho)
The police get hit with the pick and roll (fuck 12)

Business bad? Fuck you pay me!
Oh you had a fire? Fuck you pay me!
Place got hit by lightning hu? Fuck you pay me!