Business Call by Ill Addicts Lyrics
Yea yea of course
Hello? Yeah I’m on a business call
Talkin' bout stocks, can’t hold too long
Gotta be real smart, go to school and shit
You know, get good grades and shit
Wait wait wait
We don’t wanna hear that shit (Wait)
We don’t wanna hear that shit (Aye)
We don’t wanna hear that shit (Aye)
We don’t wanna hear that shit
Making all this money, shorty thought I was trappin
Nah baby girl, this is straight from the back end
Ask questions last probably thought I was Batman
One punch man, never catch me lackin'
Moonwalk on the beat, you ain’t seen my sneaks
Bro on the phone keep an ear to the streets
Hmmmm
Last time that I checked
Gang is on 10 wouldn’t wanna--
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Aye last time that I checked, gang is on 10
Never want parts, don’t plan to fit in
Best in the city, don’t mean to offend
My chain hang low, let me jig bish
Me and my crew gettin' Jigga rich
On this track spittin' gibberish
My niggas get real gritty and shit
Hello? Yea I'm on a business call
I took ya bitch to the mall told her have her a ball
After that dropped her off at the subway station
Doing 20 in a 55, hoe be patient
So amazing, I know I am
We could make love but don't hold my hand
I'll have you know I have other plans
Doin the runnin' man with some rubberbands
Hope you understand why I had to flee
She said I love you pro
Oh you talking to me?
Yea she talking to me
No she talking to Zay
He said come my way and sit on my face
And then get down on it
Coolin' with my gang
Let's get on the bed so my rug don't stain
Hypnosis when she starin' at my chain
Cuz she heard I'm a mac, Jangalang Jangalang
Hello? Yeah I didn’t answer
Van Gogh bussin' got her thinking she a dancer
Flip that ass over now she thinking I'ma cancer
Beat that shit up I don’t really do manners
Hop in the coupe I don’t really need friends
Said they wanna mingle bachata is what I dance
Lunch break is over I’m looking for Benny Ben
Class in session the master got me the Benz
Take big dubs I'm kinda good where I’m at
Shorty threw it back she wanna see if I could catch
I'm a wide receiver baby focus on the snap
Watch me touchdown get a chippi and relax (Aye)
Y’all can’t debate y’all the food y’all the bait
I'm a need more zeros man fuck what you sayin man
Word to them hoes cold feet and it shows man
Addicts be the city, you niggas is methadome
Hello? Yeah I’m on a business call
Talkin' bout stocks, can’t hold too long
Gotta be real smart, go to school and shit
You know, get good grades and shit
Wait wait wait
We don’t wanna hear that shit (Wait)
We don’t wanna hear that shit (Aye)
We don’t wanna hear that shit (Aye)
We don’t wanna hear that shit
Making all this money, shorty thought I was trappin
Nah baby girl, this is straight from the back end
Ask questions last probably thought I was Batman
One punch man, never catch me lackin'
Moonwalk on the beat, you ain’t seen my sneaks
Bro on the phone keep an ear to the streets
Hmmmm
Last time that I checked
Gang is on 10 wouldn’t wanna--
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Aye last time that I checked, gang is on 10
Never want parts, don’t plan to fit in
Best in the city, don’t mean to offend
My chain hang low, let me jig bish
Me and my crew gettin' Jigga rich
On this track spittin' gibberish
My niggas get real gritty and shit
Hello? Yea I'm on a business call
I took ya bitch to the mall told her have her a ball
After that dropped her off at the subway station
Doing 20 in a 55, hoe be patient
So amazing, I know I am
We could make love but don't hold my hand
I'll have you know I have other plans
Doin the runnin' man with some rubberbands
Hope you understand why I had to flee
She said I love you pro
Oh you talking to me?
Yea she talking to me
No she talking to Zay
He said come my way and sit on my face
And then get down on it
Coolin' with my gang
Let's get on the bed so my rug don't stain
Hypnosis when she starin' at my chain
Cuz she heard I'm a mac, Jangalang Jangalang
Hello? Yeah I didn’t answer
Van Gogh bussin' got her thinking she a dancer
Flip that ass over now she thinking I'ma cancer
Beat that shit up I don’t really do manners
Hop in the coupe I don’t really need friends
Said they wanna mingle bachata is what I dance
Lunch break is over I’m looking for Benny Ben
Class in session the master got me the Benz
Take big dubs I'm kinda good where I’m at
Shorty threw it back she wanna see if I could catch
I'm a wide receiver baby focus on the snap
Watch me touchdown get a chippi and relax (Aye)
Y’all can’t debate y’all the food y’all the bait
I'm a need more zeros man fuck what you sayin man
Word to them hoes cold feet and it shows man
Addicts be the city, you niggas is methadome