(CashMoneyAP)

[Chorus: Project Youngin]

I mind my business

As I ride through the city

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

And I'm smokin' on that (Ah, Ah, Ah)

Ain't no need to ask who did it

Just know we gon' handle business

Put that dick inside that glizzy, it go (Bap, Bap, Bap)

Tryna go to war with us lil bitch you dum dum

See a nigga out in public, ain't gon' say nun

I heard a nigga lookin for me

I'mma give him what they lookin for (Bap, Bap, Bap)

We want all the smoke (Waddup)

[Verse 1: Project Youngin]

If you got a problem come address it

And if it's 'bout a bitch I don't respect it

I'm ridin' with that iron on a gram, I'm young and reckless

We them niggas got 'em hot, they in their feelings but who gon' check us

Swervin', come down yo' block, four deep in that suburban

Don't let me catch you on that block, you know we lurkin'

Fill up that rental wit' them shooters then we purgin'

I call up Ray they put that work in

Clean a nigga whole block, block

We know you laggin' all that flaggin'

Get yo' top head gone, like a droptop

This a rollie, ain't no stopwatch

It take money to go to war, you better stop, stop (Bap, Bap, Bap)

[Chorus: Project Youngin & King Von]

I mind my business

As I ride through the city

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

And I'm smokin' on that (Ah, Ah, Ah)

Ain't no need to ask who did it

Just know we gon' handle business

Put that dick inside that glizzy, it go (Bap, Bap, Bap)

Tryna go to war with us lil bitch you dum dum

See a nigga out in public, ain't gon' say nun

I heard a nigga lookin for me

I'mma give him what they lookin for (Bap, Bap, Bap)

We want all the smoke (Waddup)

[Verse 2: King Von]

Ay where he at? Who he with?

What he drivin' in? (What he in?)

I hit his block, shot up his crib

So where he hidin' then? (Boom, boom)

If I don't find that boy tonight I'm just gon' try again

Like spin a bend

Can't catch that pussy nigga so I popped his friend (Boom, boom, boom)

This how we comin', pullin' up and hoppin' out

Thought he was fast, until I hawked that nigga down (Yeah, damn!)

This how we comin', use yo' gun and and wipe it down

So many shots, they thought I had a 100 rounds (Bitch ass nigga!)

Yeah purge on em, my city crazy, I got killas in a 'burbs homie

So many blues in these white jeans look like a smurf homie

And if these lil niggas want some smoke I'm like who first homie?

Do him the worst broski

[Chorus: Project Youngin]

I mind my business

As I ride through the city

Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches

And I'm smokin' on that (Ah, Ah, Ah)

Ain't no need to ask who did it

Just know we gon' handle business

Put that dick inside that glizzy, it go (Bap, Bap, Bap)

Tryna go to war with us lil bitch you dum dum

See a nigga out in public, ain't gon' say nun

I heard a nigga lookin for me

I'mma give him what they lookin for (Bap, Bap, Bap)

We want all the smoke (Waddup)