Rod Wave – Out My Business Lyrics

(Pipe that shit up TNT)
Don't play with my backpack, my suitcase, I'm finna hit the road
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) uh, yeah

F*ck on my bae, pack my suitcase, I'm finna hit the road
Jump off the plane straight to the stage, I go collect my dough
Back to that bottom, stackin' guala with my main niggas
Brought my house on top of the hill, but my heart in them trenches
Bitches be 30, 40 years old, stay in my business
They quit the talk about the shit they be doing different
Three years ago, I was a joke they won't take me serious
Now they be mad 'cause they see we went from rags to riches
Can't leave the house without my Glizzy, niggas out to get me
Before I get caught up without it, I get caught up with it
My ho the sickest, so I turned her to my baby mama
Want her position, so they quit to confront her with drama
Niggas do all the talking and typing like it's a problem
Since a problem, I'll call up Jigga, we bought up choppers
Lil' Chris a shotta, he do a hit in Balenciagas
Yeah, that's the one boy, he gonna, he gonna get it done, boy
Now let's take a trip, we all in D.C at the MGM
Buyin' Gucci and MCM, steak, potatoes and scampi shrimp
Top floor, ain't a hater near, surrounded by my dogs
Like they don't want us to ball, y'all, they want to see us fall

They don't like it but they gonna respect it
Get off your ass, get a check
'Member when them bitches used to laugh at me
Time pass by, now they mad at me
They don't have a story, they'll make one
I just stay up in my lane chasin' paper
They say them niggas young, wild and ignorant
I don't know you, you don't know me
Stay out my business, bitch, yeah, yeah
Stay out my business, bitch, yeah, uh
Stay out my business, bitch, uh
Quit all that hatin' shit
Quit all that fakin' shit

Yeah
Yeah, ah, mm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Hold on

They don't like it but they gonna respect it
Get off your ass, get a check
'Member when them bitches used to laugh at me
Time pass by, now they mad at me
They don't have a story, they'll make one
I just stay up in my lane chasin' paper
They say them niggas young, wild and ignorant
I don't know you, you don't know me
Stay out my business, bitch, yeah, yeah
Stay out my business, bitch, uh, uh
Stay out my business, bitch, uh
Quit all that hatin' shit
Quit all that fakin' shit
Stay out my business, bitch

What up? Huh, what up?
Nah, for real, what's up?