Grown Man Business lyrics

[Intro]
(Beat that motherf*cker up, Quad)

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
Play callin' with John Madden, we'll blitz n*ggas
I can go anywhere in the city long as the hit stick with me
Two, three bullets like Blade Blade ready to rip n*ggas
Look at my diamonds and look at theirs, it's a big difference
b*tch, don't compare me to no bums, I'm big pimpin'
Treat his head like divorce court and split Wiggim
He perkied up, probably talkin' to Chief [?]
Heavy metal on me, hangin' with rockstars, bullets won't misfit him
[?] kickin' me out the club, he said, "Why your wrist always trippin'?"
Gave me all your money to me 'cause she don't bеlieve in your vision
Don't beat thе b*tch 'cause she choosin', let her make her own decisions
If you broke, n*gga, stop askin' questions, it's grown man business

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
b*tch, you sure you wanna get up in this grown man business?
She asked me who I'm f*ckin', b*tch, none of your damn business
I would chip an opp lover but he ain't on nothin' either
Any b*tch that's tryna bring the dough, I need 'em
b*tch, you sure you wanna get up in this grown man business?
She asked me who I'm f*ckin', b*tch, none of your damn business
I would chip an opp lover but he ain't on nothin' either
Any b*tch that's tryna bring the dough, I need 'em
[Verse 2: Peso Peso]
n*gga trip, get flipped, I'll send him to Jesus
My brother tryna catch a bucket, n*gga, give him a reason
Takin' pics with a gun, you a wannabe demon
Walk up in Saks, spend racks and do the same up in Neimans
I shave heads with this TEC, n*gga, come get an edge up
I see 'em hatin' that we thumbin' through these racks, n*gga, catch up
Ain't never worried 'bout no jackin', what you think I got legs for?
And all the cars paid off, I thought a broke n*gga said somethin'
You old n*ggas hatin' on me youngins, 'cause you got less [?]
Don't make me send shh, to your house, boy, he's a bread taker
And my brother what's his name keep a strap while I'm [?]
I'm off a ten, while I'm all in your b*tch, I'm a leg shaker

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
b*tch, you sure you wanna get up in this grown man business?
She asked me who I'm f*ckin', b*tch, none of your damn business
I would chip an opp lover but he ain't on nothin' either
Any b*tch that's tryna bring the dough, I need 'em
b*tch, you sure you wanna get up in this grown man business?
She asked me who I'm f*ckin', b*tch, none of your damn business
I would chip an opp lover but he ain't on nothin' either
Any b*tch that's tryna bring the dough, I need 'em