Bidness

Bidness - DaBaby/Toosii

Lyrics by：Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Tahj Morgan/Jay McCorkle

Composed by：Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Tahj Morgan/Jay McCorkle

DaBaby：

Backwood stuffed with a 35 when I creep out

Probably throwing peace signs out the window

I'm busy I ain't got time for pretending

Yeah hit her one time and forget her

Sweat when we f**king work out like it's fitness

We ain't going steady try not to catch feelings

She tryna start rapping she want her a feature

Oh Lord Jetson made another one

I ain't into mixing my h*es with my business

Plus I got my own b***h at home I be chilling

I can't even lie

I be feeling alone even when in a room full of n***as

Devil play with my mind for a long enough time

Now he don't even know how I'm living

Had to give it to God and went got on my grind

And I turned up all on these n***as

Plus I stay with that iron

I'm Baby don't pay me no mind

Told the b***h play with SEGA don't play with my mind

Take the Baby away I'm still John

That lil' n***a gon' stay on his grind

I got all the way up out the mud 'fore I got here

They ain't really want me to shine

Plus I ain't ever think I was like one of you n***as

I been this way since I was five

Thank God I passed it along to my daughter her confident qualities

She only three got a whole 'nother beautiful daughter

They look like each other can't wait 'til the day that they meet

I knew it was room at the table for me to get something

So I turned up and got me a seat

Just to get what they want they gon' say that they love you

You gotta be patient and watch how they creep

Took the diamonds off all of my teeth

Won't let them put me in a box mama bought the Reeboks

'Cause them b***hes was cheap

First day of school we had new soldier Ree's

When I'm talking to God only time on my knees

Even while on your knees with your hands in the air

Police shooting before they say freeze

'Nother piece of us dead on the streets

Backwood stuffed with a 35 when I creep out

Probably throwing peace signs out the window

I'm busy I ain't got time for pretending

Yeah hit her one time and forget her

Sweat when we f**king work out like it's fitness

We ain't going steady try not to catch feelings

She tryna start rapping she want her a feature

I ain't into mixing my h*es with my business

Toosii：

I ain't into mixing my h*es with my business

You gotta believe me all this ain't easy

Tell a f**k ho get out

If she ever think that she don't need me

I touched the look on my watch now it's two-tone

Watch you think be the chance I could juke on

Know I'm flyer than a bird I be fly with the words

I'll f**k 'round s**t on your tombstone

Back to the basics I ain't buying no Asics

I told gang grow w**d 'fore he cop from a n***a

'Cause these n***as be hating

He know that they'll f**k 'round and lace it

Out in New York still fly with the pole

Young n***a flyer than a ho

I be one-deep numbers four-deep

Put Forgi's on the rims then I go slide with your ho

But excuse me I never ain't asked for this lifestyle

They get scared know we shoot when them pipes out

The police tell him freeze with his hands up

He go pull his pants up d**n now he lights out

My mama treat me like a veteran

My brother think that I'm ahead of him

I tell him just 'cause I got all the money I ain't acting funny

He the reason I'm better than s**t that I used to be

I took an OnlyFans b***h turned her into a star

Yeah right n***a gotta get used to me

I give a d**n 'bout a ho 'cause the last b***h I f**ked with

She ended up using me

I know she mad that she ended up losing me

I know she mad the lil' b***h a fool to me

I been had it baby none of this new to me

Better think twice 'fore you think about using me

DaBaby：

Backwood stuffed with a 35 when I creep out

Probably throwing peace signs out the window

I'm busy I ain't got time for pretending

Yeah hit her one time and forget her

Sweat when we f**king work out like it's fitness

We ain't going steady try not to catch feelings

She tryna start rapping she want her a feature

I ain't into mixing my h*es with my business

Plus I got my own b***h at home I be chillin'

I ain't really pressed for no b***hes

I know you ain't callin' yourself a real n***a

Upset cause you pressed for a picture

I know that they ten steps behind on a few of my gifts

And they don't really get it

They know if they touch one of mine Imma air this b***h out

I put that on Miss Linda