Wolf On Wallstreet

(album: Week Of K.R.I.T. - 2014)

[Verse 1:]
This for my homies, uh
We gotta get it, till all my family make it
Fuck it I'll pay it pimping
I ain't playing with bustas
Hoes they trying to fuck me
Pussy can get you caught up
Set you over some duckets
Tell 'em I'm bout the business, money over these bitches
Breaking bread with my niggas, strangers make me suspicious
Keep it real if you're bout it
Never fall off your focus, business between the family
Boppers need more controlling
Laws get right behind me, I hit the signal
Moving in on my hustle, don't see them niggas
All praise to my savior, thanks for the paper
Jordans and Alligators, that's just my flavor
Bottles come by the buckets, uh
Beautiful ugly, uh
Stunning in public, uh
These haters love it
Wait till the moon out, foreigns and jewels out
Choose or lose now, that's what my crew bout

[Hook: x5]
Bitch I'm bout my business

[Verse 2:]
This for them bitches, clocking my figures
See it, want it, and buy it, motherfuck how I spend it
I ain't playing with bustas, chickens that known for clucking
Finger licking and sucking, wash your hands 'for you touch me
Tell 'em I come for millions, money tucked in the ceiling
Padded pigs and beef grilling, balling'll hurt they feelin's
Keep it real if you scared, never front I'm just flexing
Keep your hands on the wheel, 'laxing can make you reckless
Jackers get right behind me, I push the limit
Do it there with the muffler, like come and get it
All praise to my savior, during life and after
Everyone collecting, can't trust a pastor
Problems come by the dozen, uh
Hate it or love it, uh
Live for the moment, uh
Pay till you own it
Wait till the moon out
Foreigns and jewels out, we in to win now
That's what my crew's bout

[Hook x5]