MYOB

[Intro: Justina Valentine]

Hey Webb, uh, they're still on my page talking boatloads of shit

Hahahahaha, so I told them

[Chorus: Justina Valentine]

M-Y-O-B, mind your motherfucking biz (Biz)

Mind your motherfucking business

M-Y-O-B, mind your motherfucking biz (Biz)

Mind your motherfucking business (Look, look)

[Verse 1: Justina Valentine]

Mirror, mirror on the wall (Hello?)

Why these hoes stay on my balls? (Why?)

Acting big when they so small

Got it all, I recorded at the Taj Mahal (Ow)

Tryna keep up with us, catch a hernia (Ouch)

Step into the circle, we gon' murder you (Yeah)

We can't diss you back, we never heard of ya

And me and Chris Webb too cold, hypothermia (Let's go)

It's I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D

E-N-T, do you know what that mean? (Do you know?)

Quarter million streams while I water my dreams

Mean hustling this at your TV screen

First I'm skinny (Right?), now I'm thick (Okay)

Are you pregnant? When you due, sis? (Ahh)

That's crazy 'cause they way on my dick

You better check your menstrual quick, piss on a stick

I'm positive when they gossip, I'm a lot of it

Bitches really ain't that cognitive, they should bottle it

Save it for a rainy day

I hope talking shit about me take your pain away (I hope it do)

And I know I ain't perfect (Nah)

But I wouldn't give a penny to you thots 'cause you thots ain't worth it (Worth shit)

Despite the bullshit, I'ma find a way through (Right)

Lil' bitch, mind the business that pays you

[Pre-Chorus: Justina Valentine]

This my vibe, this my tribe

This my way, this my ride

You wanna see me fall but I'm still gon' rise

If you don't like me, get a motherfucking life

[Chorus: Justina Valentine & Chris Webby]

M-Y-O-B, mind your motherfucking biz (Biz)

Mind your motherfucking business

M-Y-O-B, mind your motherfucking biz (Biz)

Mind your motherfucking business

M-Y-O-B, mind your motherfucking biz (Biz)

Mind your motherfucking business

M-Y-O-B, mind your motherfucking biz (Webby, biz)

Mind your motherfucking business

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]

I got a life to live, so bitch, mind your biz

Don't you have your own shit, a fucking wife and kids?

Job and hobbies, fuck, anything to do?

Read a book, learn to cook, fucking drink some booze

Or take a pill, shit, just relax and chill

We all got enough bullshit, taxes, bills

And other real-life stuff, go and grab the wheel

And drive your own damn car, if you're crashing still

Then the problem lies within you, it's not me

Maybe try therapy or some LSD

And stay outta my biz, fucking let me be

Shit, you're more nosy than Adrien Brody

Rumors all fruitless, they don't bare none

Talkin' shit like a gossiping bitch, you Karens

Talk a big game but never shooting a fair one

Got me seeing red like Justina getting her hair done

Y'all hating, cold-blood on some gecko shit

Good thing is people are dumb and forget so quick

The modern-day memory span's like a pet goldfish

Forget to retie the noose if your neck don't fit

So even if they cancel you, really it's whatever

Come back a month later and they can't even remember

I could pull out my dick on national TV

And you'd be over it by next week

[Pre-Chorus: Justina Valentine]

This my vibe, this my tribe

This my way, this my ride

You wanna see me fall but I'm still gon' rise

If you don't like me, get a motherfucking life

[Chorus: Justina Valentine & Chris Webby]

M-Y-O-B, mind your motherfucking biz (Biz)

Mind your motherfucking business

M-Y-O-B, mind your motherfucking biz (Biz)

Mind your motherfucking business

M-Y-O-B, mind your motherfucking biz (Biz)

Mind your motherfucking business

M-Y-O-B, mind your motherfucking biz (Biz)

Mind your motherfucking business

[Bridge: Justina Valentine]

Why you wasting your time bein' worried 'bout mine?

You need to find something to do (Find something to do)

I'm grand prix in your mind, we could never be aligned

I would never worry 'bout you (Never worry)

Another day comes and another day goes

But you still gon' be a troll (Yeah)

You need to find your own peace when you losing no sleep

Baby, it's out of control

[Chorus: Justina Valentine]

M-Y-O-B, mind your motherfucking biz (Biz)

Mind your motherfucking business

M-Y-O-B, mind your motherfucking biz (Biz)

Mind your motherfucking business

M-Y-O-B, mind your motherfucking biz (Biz)

Mind your motherfucking business

M-Y-O-B, mind your motherfucking biz (Biz)

Mind your motherfucking business

[Outro: Justina Valentine]

So basically if you don't like us

Fuck off, hahahahahaha

That'll teach 'em