Lyrics: Javarri Walker/Joseph Steele/Milton F Moreland Jr
Music: Javarri Walker/Joseph Steele/Milton F Moreland Jr
I'mma be fine, handle all my business
Have my jeweler freeze time, he a mass magician
All the real niggas gone, I'm the last livin'
Long as money talkin', ain't gon' do no bad business
Group of pretty ones, fit 'em in the Phantom
They all super pretty, it don't matter who the baddest
Do it and be done, just never do it average
Was poor, so I never apologize for livin' lavish
[Verse 1]
I been on caffeine, no ecstasy
PR didn't wanna let me breathΠ΅, they want my feet
Brand new Glock 23, all I'm missin' is key
Gotta mask up, it's snow, don't know how to ski
Can you plΠ΅ase leave? Don't want you here
Got another one on the way and she probably near
If I tell her that I love her, she under my spell
If I go to hell right now, then she comin' in here
Say you know that's your job, 'cause your a ****in' simp
Never beef about no broad, make that ****in' clear
Got her surfin' with the stars, she can't even swim
I'm four thirty-eight, four L till I'm in the air
She gon' **** me ASAP, I'm Rocky as hell
Got a blizzard on me, trippin' like the Himalayas
Mix and matchin' my designers, drippin' different layers
I tried to show you I'm not them, we two different
I'mma be fine, handle all my business
Have my jeweler freeze time, he a mass magician
All the real niggas gone, I'm the last livin'
Long as money talkin', ain't gon' do no bad business
Group of pretty ones, fit 'em in the Phantom
They all super pretty, it don't matter who the baddest
Do it and be done, just never do it average
Was poor, so I never apologize for livin' lavish
[Verse 2]
Rockys in my ring hittin', you'd think that I'm boxin'
From the start on that couch, 'cause you niggas be floggin'
Man, you **** niggas like hip, the way you niggas not Z
I swear to you I'm handicapped if I ain't throwin' zombie
Nothin' but pretty bitches on me, ears lookin' ugly
She said, "When you in Orlando, you don't even be stuntin' me"
Brought me way out to Miami, boy, you must don't trust me
First for one I ever trust you, he must be a dummy
Finally let me out that cell, I finally got my groove back
I been tryna step on shit, give me my ****in' shoes back
Homeboy, if you was a old rat then you's a new rat
Loyalty ain't what it used to be, like how we lose that?
Industry like wrestlin', ain't nobody doin' none of they stunts
Where I'm from, you say it's up, then it'll be up
We was shootin' out the light poles, duckin' up the cut
Only time you probably see a face is when we sparkin' up the blunt
[Chorus]
I'mma be fine, handle all my business
Have my jeweler freeze time, he a mass magician
All the real niggas gone, I'm the last livin'
Long as money talkin', ain't gon' do no bad business
Group of pretty ones, fit 'em in the Phantom
They all super pretty, it don't matter who the baddest
Do it and be done, just never do it average
Was poor, so I never apologize for livin' lavish