Nothing Else to Do - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

You niggas need to mind ya mothafuckin' business

And I'm talking to whoever felt offended

I said it with a candy cane in my mouth (why's that?)

So these mothafuckas know I meant it

The car I'm driving is vintage and I'm sitting on inches

These Atlanta hoes think I'm the bomb, '96 Olympics

But they ain't give me no playback when I was stuck in those trenches

Now they on my Twitter page, all over my mentions

But I don't pay 'em no attention, probably cause I don't trust 'em

I fuck 'em good but I don't cuff 'em, I know they hoes but I don't judge 'em

These rap niggas is wack to me, I think I'm better than most of 'em

There's only two fly niggas in the game and baby girl I'm both of 'em

So you should know that (I'm gettin' money)

I'm always on my grind (I'm gettin' money)

24 hours (I'm gettin' money)

Cause ain't nothing else to do (I'm gettin' money)

So while you niggas chilling wit' ya feet up

Me and my niggas out in San Frans finna re-up

And I'm getting money out the country

I ain't talking credit cards when I say I need a Visa

Call me Mr. International, stayed inside some vaginal

My bitches call me Bob cause I do the shit a mack'll do

This gold'll cost a few stacks, you want me on the track wit' you

I came a long way from slanging sacks on the avenue

Prynce, I don't do what them other rappers do

I'm stuck up, I got a gettin-money type of attitude

Yea I rap but I'm a ex-pimp slash trapper too

I had the green, my partna had the caine like the Kappas do