Flight – To the Business

To the Business – Flight Lyrics Letra:
Intro
Uh, hear me out
Man, these guys be stupid as hell, man
(Yo’ young boy, what’s your name, bro? How do you say your name? Young Mooski?)
You gon’ really choose a dude like that versus me?
I mean on some humble ish, man, I mean that’s whatever, hear me
(Young Mooski the plug)

Chorus
Say you don’t want a nigga like me, then you must be trippin’
Wake up, pack a wood, then it’s back to that business
Gettin’ this paper, something your nigga sure isn’t
I came out wet, so how the fuck can I be caught out here drippin’?
Say you don’t want a nigga like me, then you must be trippin’
Wake up, pack a wood, then it’s back to that business
Gettin’ this paper, something your nigga sure isn’t
I came out wet, so how the fuck can I be caught out here drippin’?

Verse 1
Smokin’ weed with my shoes off ‘cause that shit might be laced
Run a check up, walk up bank to these women, no Chase
His girl keep fuckin’ with Santa Claus ‘cause all she do is slay
Why you only come around when you need to get paid?
I don’t jack my dick outside so how could I beat round the bush?
I’m sagged and slanted off this kush, getting presidents, no Bush
She gave me her virginity, that’s something a nigga took
Not like a dog, I got her on a leash, when I want she stays put

Chorus
Say you don’t want a nigga like me, then you must be trippin’
Wake up, pack a wood, then it’s back to that business
Gettin’ this paper, something your nigga sure isn’t
I came out wet, so how the fuck can I be caught out here drippin’?
Say you don’t want a nigga like me, then you must be trippin’
Wake up, pack a wood, then it’s back to that business
Gettin’ this paper, something your nigga sure isn’t
I came out wet, so how the fuck can I be caught out here drippin’?

Verse 2
Your pussy makin’ mac and cheese noises for niggas with no cheese
Bitch, I’m my own boss, fuck school, no degree
And yeah, you can copy, but there’s only gonna be one me
Pull up to the club with a ? still on me
Look at the way she blowin’, I’m the man of her dreams
But I’d rather smoke these jungle trees and get sick off lungs disease
Times will get tough, but when I drink and I puff
Can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout my money ‘cause I ain’t seen enough

Chorus
Say you don’t want a nigga like me, then you must be trippin’
Wake up, pack a wood, then it’s back to that business
Gettin’ this paper, something your nigga sure isn’t
I came out wet, so how the fuck can I be caught out here drippin’?
Say you don’t want a nigga like me, then you must be trippin’
Wake up, pack a wood, then it’s back to that business
Gettin’ this paper, something your nigga sure isn’t
I came out wet, so how the fuck can I be caught out here drippin’?

Outro
You really?
You prefer to have a dude like that over me?
Imagine, okay, bet
I ain’t trippin’
2020 ish, man, uh
(Young Mooski the plug)

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