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Rod Wave - Out My Business Lyrics

(Pipe that shit up TNT)
Fuck on my bae, pack my suitcase
I'm finna hit the road
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
(Oh lord, Jetson made another one)
Uh, yeah

Fuck on my bae, pack my suitcase
I'm finna hit the road
Jump off the plane straight to the stage, I go collect my dough
Back to that bottom, stackin' gwala with my main niggas
Bought my house on top of the hill, but my heart in them trenches
Bitches be 30, 40 years old, still in my business
They quick the talk about the shit that they'd be doing different
3 years ago, I was a joke, they ain't wan' take me serious
Now they be mad, 'cause they see we went from rags to riches
Can't leave the house without my glizzy, niggas out to get me
Before I get caught up without it, I get caught up with it
My holder sicker, so I turned her to my baby mama
Want her position, so they quick to confront her with drama
Niggas do all the talking and typing like it's a problem
Since it's a problem, I'll call up Jigga, we bought up choppers
Lil' Chris a shotta, he'll do a hit in Balenciagas
Yeah, that's the one boy, he gon' get it done boy
Now let's take a trip
We all in D.C. at the MGM
Buyin' Gucci and MCM
Steak, potatoes, and scampi shrimp
Top floor, ain't a hater near
Surrounded by my dogs
Like they don't want us to ball
Y'all, they want to see us fall

They don't like it but they gon' respect it
Get up off your ass, get a check
Remember when them bitches used to laugh at me
Time pass by, now they mad at me
They don't have a story, they'll make one
I just stay up in my lane, chasin' paper
They say them niggas young, wild, and ignorant
I don't know you, you don't know me
Stay out my business, bitch
Yeah, yeah
Stay out my business, bitch
Yeah, yeah
Stay out my business, bitch
Yeah, quit all that hatin' shit
Quit all that fakin' shit
Tell them niggas get out my business, bitch
Yeah, yeah, ah
Yeah, yeah, ah

They don't like it but they gon' respect it
Get up off your ass, get a check
Remember when them bitches used to laugh at me
Time pass by, now they mad at me
They don't have a story, they'll make one
I just stay up in my lane, chasin' paper
They say them niggas young, wild, and ignorant
I don't know you, you don't know me
Stay out my business, bitch
Yeah, yeah
Stay out my business, bitch
Yeah, yeah
Stay out my business, bitch
Yeah, quit with all that hatin' shit
Quit all that fakin' shit
Stay out my business, bitch

What up? What up?
Nah, for real, what up?