Lyrics What Would Drizzy Do - Chris Messan

Damn, okay
I been out the way, in the cut, it's been a minute (been a minute)
Tryna be the owner, not the tenant
I bought Tiff a plain and now she treat me like defendant (plain Jane)
So the question is, the question is
What would Drizzy do? Say fuck the hoe, girl, good riddance
Make a mil' or two, it's fuck these hoes until I'm finished
Can't commit to you, I gotta focus on the business aye

Aye
Ain't got time to cuddle much
Know I'd rather have 'em feel the music like a subtle touch
'Member thinking I was having motion, it was double Dutch
3 days out the week was either solo or the double cup
Brodie poured a two-four, was sliding off the wall
We would hit the club, boy, the dimes out and all
Couple faked the love, couple slimed out the dogs
Couple had me cuffed like they sidin' with the law, ah man
Heh, but that's old, on to new shit
They done got dispersed, I ain't tryna go exclusive
Mind up on the work, only way I get seduced is
She never wanted Ruth Chris or never been a nuisance at all
All I really ask, peace of mind and her jaw
And to keep it real, never lie on what you saw
Seems like that's too much to ask these days, so she won't get a call, nah I'm gone

Damn, okay
I been out the way, in the cut, it's been a minute (been a minute)
Tryna be the owner, not the tenant
I bought Tiff a plain and now she treat me like defendant (plain Jane)
So the question is, the question is
What would Drizzy do? Say fuck the hoe, girl, good riddance
Make a mil' or two, it's fuck these hoes until I'm finished
Can't commit to you, I gotta focus on the business aye

Tell her I gotta focus on the business, okay
They say I got gifts just like it's Christmas, okay
Still got more to check up off the wishlist, okay
I can't spend my time chasing these bitches, no way
How could I commit? I always hit, it ain't no misses (Mrs.)
It's so much on my plate, I might not get to do the dishes
And way more bread to make before I'm sleeping with the fishes
Fuck it though, I gotta go the distance
Aye, yeah, so we goin' in
'Til it's rubber bands around lil Benji, can't fold him
Shorties actin friendly for the Fendi, I ain't foldin'
Going ghost, going phantom, bring the rolls in
Yeah you know the vibes, need the stars in the ride
What I wanted this whole time, had to wait to my turn in line
Now they jealous of what's mine, but they never had the grind
I been standing on the business, on business, the whole ten

Damn, okay
I been out the way, in the cut, it's been a minute (been a minute)
Tryna be the owner, not the tenant
I bought Tiff a plain and now she treat me like defendant (plain Jane)
So the question is, the question is
What would Drizzy do? Say fuck the hoe, girl, good riddance
Make a mil' or two, it's fuck these hoes until I'm finished
Can't commit to you, I gotta focus on the business aye