B-Mac The Queen - Plug Bidness lyrics
rate me(Hook)
And it's plug bidness, plug bidness nigga nigga nigga
My own fuckin' business
Ain't nobody fuckin' wichya
Plug bidness, plug bidness nigga nigga nigga
My own fuckin' business
Ain't nobody fuckin' wichya
(Verse: B-Mac The Queen)
Lemme explain who I am tho
Real one shot, tho don't understand hoes
Nigga wanna play? Call him Ben Jordan
Can leave a body in a box like a bandoe
Analyze sophisticated, as so
Queen shit! I be flexin' in the bathroom
Really with the shit, pull it bendova
I'm rollin' with the bad boys, really best so
So every nigga round me is a cutthroat
Cut yo bitch off and keep her blunt rolls
When it come to money, I'm about mine
Feelin' like Diddy, really I did it without shine
So what ya sayin' that Plug Biz I'm on it
And I don't talk too much, cuz errybody got recorders
I'm plugged up in the game and I wish some lames get deported
Get it right, don't come distorted
I got everything you wanted
(Hook)
And it's plug bidness, plug bidness nigga nigga nigga
My own fuckin' business
Ain't nobody fuckin' wichya
Plug bidness, plug bidness nigga nigga nigga
My own fuckin' business
Ain't nobody fuckin' wichya
(Verse 2: B-Mac The Queen)
Look, lemme explain why I go hard
From LA to AI, wreckin' both yards
I just get excited, pullin' hope cards
Trials suck, think I might just caught a dope charge
I just said they miss me, send me postcards
I be actin' like I dunno who them hoes are
Now I glow around my city like a street light
And they luv me, I know what the streets like
Motivated strictly by the cash flow
I'm right here, ya hit boy, got the taso
And I don't think they heard us on that last go
We da plug, we da plug, call me cash drone
So whachya sayn? This is confidential? Fuck it
I ain't talkin' backin' fiend
Back the dolla, I'mma back up on producers
Spit the truth, I'm like a macho, bruh
If ye ain't know nothin' about it, keep yo mouth closed, hoe
(Hook x2)
My business: Plug bidness, plug bidness nigga nigga nigga
My own fuckin' business
Ain't nobody fuckin' wichya
Plug bidness, plug bidness nigga nigga nigga
My own fuckin' business
Ain't nobody fuckin' wichya
(Verse 3: Price/Bowprice)
First off, look me in the eye when you talk to me
And don't talk to me if yo talk is free
Stupid, cuz me no understand
Every beat get new john, in fact, I'm goin' Nino on the jam
Talk a bomb, baby, yes, chop, booyaka
Ain't enough enemies in the world that could move the spot
Got the plug, fuck that, you finna start screamin'
Who the mob? Hit Boy sendin' hitman, ain't no question who gon' do the job
Ballade niggas makin' threats (makin' threats makin' threats makin' threats)
Stop yappin', bitch! Come do it
And get a check (get it get it)
With the set, dice dang
My nigga thumb through it
Finna drop my own cologne and I'mma call it Stank Smoke
Got a lot of homies breakin' laws but they ain't broke
Light skin girl take it all like she can't choke
Shoebox money what I need to hit the bank for
Plug bidness
