​bout business lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm wearin' the Rick, Rick, yeah
Lil' b*tch, I'm 'bout business, y-y-yeah
Hunnid the dash in the whip, yeah
Tell the b*tch, I'm the one, that I'm it, yeah
Few lil' racks up, VV'S and chains on me, few bands for my fit, yeah

[Verse]
Can't pick, yeah, Lanvins is my kicks, yeah
Tell these hoes I'm sick, I got the Rolex, I made that
f*ck-n*gga want his b*tch, yeah, yeah
He can go get that sh*t
I know his b*tch ass ain't with that
Like a NERF gun, pull up with a big MAC
Damn, sorry, when I get mad
My voice crack, yeah, I don't get that, yeah
With them sticks, yeah, I'm supposed to be playin' with the sticks, yеah
Yeah, we seein' him, we do somе sh*t, never see him again, yeah
I got his VPN, I tell him, I know where to meet him again
Shoot this n*gga IP on this b*tch and this sh*t
I got the dox, yeah, I'm skippin' this sh*t
'Boutta flex on that ho like it's fitness and sh*t
My money fingers, yeah, they itchin' and sh*t
These n*ggas be f*ckin' with 12, yeah
What the f*ck, you is a witness and sh*t
You f*ck-n*gga, get the f*ck away from me
I see through yo' eyes, you not with all that sh*t
Ye-yeah, b*tch, I be poppin' off X
Yeah, yeah, tatted on my neck
Feel the Helmut Lang, it's all on my jeans, Balenciaga on my vest
b*tch, b*tch, yeah, it's expensive
You fake, flexin', you drive in a rental
'Boutta get to the money, yeah, 'boutta [?]
I got this feeling, you know that they strugglin' with [?], yeah
[Chorus]
I'm wearin' the Rick, Rick, yeah
Lil' b*tch, I'm 'bout business, y-y-yeah
Hunnid the dash in the whip, yeah
Tell the b*tch, I'm the one, that I'm it, yeah
Few lil' racks up, VV'S and chains on me, few bands for my fit, yeah