My Business

My Business - NAV/Future

Lyrics by：Pro Logic/Navraj Goraya/Amir Esmailian/Nayvadius Wilburn

Composed by：Pro Logic/Navraj Goraya/Amir Esmailian/Nayvadius Wilburn

Nav/Future：

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Woo

Woo

NAV：

I'm a boss I'm minding my business

Open up the box got bales in the kitchen

Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it

Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic

You know I'm the man I'll show you 'round my city

Gas 93 now everything litty

Rooks got the vibes said he bringin' all the b***hes

S**t get sticky gotta keep my blicky

Extra blue cheese and extra guac'

I'm part of the money-making committee

Heard them hating they said that I'm dumb

But I ain't going nowhere who're you kidding

After my show I got three h*es

And I signed three letters on all they titties

Getting these millions tryna get a billion

I was born one day before Diddy

It's hard to make it out where I came up at

Up at

Invest in myself made everything back

Make back

I just left Dior and I spent ten racks

Ten racks

Took a hundred thousand out playin' catch

In the foreign doing burnouts

Let's go

Had to get a burnout phone to sell d**e

One year 'til my brother get out

Let's go

Gotta sip syrup 'cause it help me cope

I'ma just let the pills do the work

I don't wanna think no more

Think no more

Got a girl holdin' me down

I don't give a f**k about f**kin' tings no more

I don't give a f**k where I made my last check

I know I still want more

Want more

Used to care about what people think about me

I don't give a f**k no more

I'm a boss I'm minding my business

My business

Open up the box got bales in the kitchen

Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it

Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic

You know I'm the man I'll show you 'round my city

Gas 93 now everything litty

Rooks got the vibes said he bringin' all the b***hes

S**t get sticky gotta keep my blicky

Extra blue cheese and extra guac'

I'm part of the money-making committee

Heard them hating they said that I'm dumb

But I ain't going nowhere who're you kidding

After my show I got three h*es

And I signed three letters on all they titties

Getting these millions tryna get a billion

I was born one day before Diddy

Future：

Post in Cha-nay-nay I treat it like a trap

Spent a Lambo' truck just on bags

I ain't seen a b***h yet turn down cash

Richard Mille icy splash on splash

Got a lot of shooters and they ready to go crash

Call up the vibes just to come through and spazz

Brr brr you know how they work it

Brr brr you know and they twerking

Brr brr my cup full of dirty

Brr brr the Glock hold a thirty

I don't wanna talk 'cause it might be the feds

Looking at the wrist yeah that might be a brick

By the way the chain hit sold a few bales

Walkin' with a chopper gotta take small steps

Jimmy Choo shoes I could walk through Hell

Five thousand apiece I can walk on air

Look at my sleeves got ice everywhere

Took a b***h skiing out in Colorado woo

This b***h doing dust she off Colorado woo

I shouldn't've put the freak in the Bentayga woo

Bought a b***h an AP came with carats

Two-tone Audemars rich a*s habits

Splurgin' in Hermes spent a G Wagen

Feed a b***h shrimp 'cause a n***a ain't crabbin'

Boss and I'm minding my business

Sleepin' in the trap got bales in the kitchen

Secured my bag and it came with a chicken

Went and catch a flight I done switched up baguettes

King Pluto ooh I run my city

Me and my slimes gon' handle that business

My little brother NAV gon' share your b***h

S**t get bloody yeah s**t get sticky

Extra cheese gotta kill all the rats and the cups they muddy yeah

When you havin' spill havin' paper

These b***hes gon' leave her hubby yeah

After my shows I'ma take a few h*es

I'ma turn my dressing room to a strip club

When I get a billion I'ma keep a trillion

Ain't never stopped me from sippin' my 'Tussin

NAV：

I'm a boss I'm minding my business

Open up the box got bales in the kitchen

Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it

Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic

You know I'm the man I'll show you 'round my city

Gas 93 now everything litty

Rooks got the vibes said he bringin' all the b***hes

S**t get sticky gotta keep my blicky

Extra blue cheese and extra guac'

I'm part of the money-making committee

Heard them hating they said that I'm dumb

But I ain't going nowhere who're you kidding

After my show I got three h*es

And I signed three letters on all they titties

NAV

Getting these millions tryna get a billion

I was born one day before Diddy

Woo