[Intro: Tiny Boost]
Any bidness i handle it
Any bidness i handle it

[Verse 1: Tiny Boost]
Pushing stones on the street, it's been a rocky road
Had to switch the pot and stove to a microphone
But it's crazy cah' I'm still spitting crack
Thought you got away with it but I will get you back
I remember being gassed over ounce money
Now that ain't enough for me to leave the house money
No family or friends, I got shooters looking out for me
I say the word and they gon' hula hoop the house for me
But we clap people, not property
Shorty sucked me off and took my soul, that's a robbery
Take her to them yellow bricks like her name Dorothy
Don't bring me to your block if you ain't really got authority
Honestly i'm getting sick of the comparison
Treat these rappers that act like they the only ones
In this dance that got to bring the hammers in
I point my ??in my n***as go and handle him it's all real

[Chorus: Tiny Boost]
I guess we standing on our bidness (ain't we)
I ain't done enough till these n***as hate me
Them youngin's stay busy they be spinning crazy
Ah its all good baby baby baby
I guess we standing on our bidness (ain't we)
I ain't done enough till these n***as hate me
Them youngin's stay busy they be spinning crazy
Ah its all good baby baby baby
[Verse 2: Youngs Teflon]
Rolling with this gadget either pack it in or be a packet
Remember having holes in my jacket
Now i'm in a different bracket when i talk money i can back it
This Heron Preston this ain't no Hackett
I never had a plugga only had a plug sending grubba
Can't touch this pack without your rubbers
I'm a MC with a hammer that white girl nasty but she pucker
Sold it in the park like the Rucker
Casablanca for the hoodie i'm a stunna
N***as getting sucked by the plumbers
What a shame what a bummer my digits make it rain in the summer
Fishing manhattan louis runners i'm a dope boy
I'm billing up my net worth i ain't on net beefing trolls
Now i need a vote for this poll i'm getting money while im sleeping
I ain't signing up for the dough old hookers getting aired like the soles on my Jordan's
J getting P without the Morgan only flawless diamonds if i bought them
My n***a took the bushwacker out and stopped traffic like the warden
He ain't the type of guy to start a war with unless you on the right side
Truly keep his shades on at night time washing down estate with the white wine
Had to sort the Colt 45 it's too hard to get the right thing
True stories that's a light line

[Chorus: Tiny Boost]
I guess we standing on our bidness (ain't we)
I ain't done enough till these n***as hate me
Them youngins stay busy they be spinning crazy
Ah its all good baby baby baby
I guess we standing on our bidness (ain't we)
I ain't done enough till these n***as hate me
Them youngins stay busy they be spinning crazy
Ah its all good baby baby baby