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]