What The Business Is

[Intro: Master P] Eastwood, Clyde Carson, and Master P What's the business, (Mustard on the beat, ho) [Hook: Clyde Carson] Stay on my shit, stay on my chips We never switch, just holler what the business is I’m tryna get whatever I can, whenever I can Just holler what the business is Everybody know why you came here, girl Yeah, what the business is We ain’t got time, can’t play no more What the business is [Verse 1: Master P] Stay on my chips, stay on this gold Stay on these streets, stay on these hoes Stay on these niggas, stay on these blocks No limit forever, we all we got Stay in the club, stay with that heat OG person, all the bad bitches with me And I would be drinking if it make them sing Million dollar vodka, made the world say uhm Dragged my name through the mud, TMZ and I’m back Too many zeros, my pockets be fat You niggas be hating ‘cause your bitches be watching I see that Ralph Lauren but I’m draping Versace Hating niggas gonna get them licks Bad bitches gonna shake them hips My partners gonna grow like molds Y’all niggas gonna hate like hoes [Hook] [Verse 2: Eastwood] Eastwood! I got a Mayweather flow, bet I knock it out I got the armies with me and they from the south Top down music, selling word of mouth LA, LA be the city and your shit will drop Bitches rolling up, said it’s time to blow Split a red, split it up, hey, you tryna smoke All I know is money, pussy, power, respect Couple bands on the stripper if she fucking the set Hey, we ain’t gotta bump, girl, just give me neck Get these suckers, get the trippers, you should take These real live rappers, get you to make a statement While them other niggas hate on my spot, ain’t no replacing that Stay on my shit, that goes to be the whip I heard she flip, I’m yelling what the business is I stay on my tip, my niggas all trip The bloods and the cribs, I’m yelling boo, what the business is [Hook] [Verse 3: Master P] Cooler than them other niggas Shake your ass if you fucking with me Blowing bomb at the compound Pair of shoe fly when I hop out Do what the fuck I feel, do what the fuck I want If you let them there, put you right on that sucker bus Ain’t going for that ride Me? I prefer to drive Might not come in the club and be on time They sense, my nigga, like the got nothing to lose Living it up for all my niggas is down Get you the gang so we can vote for the crown I shine on these niggas, shine on these niggas And the bass so many he dying on me, nigga Miles on my soda, just crying on me, nigga Gunshots, ambulance, shooting sirens for a nigga What’s the signs for a nigga nowadays to make [Hook]