Lyrics Out My Business - Rod Wave
Fuck
on
my
bae,
pack
my
suitcase
I'm
finna
hit
the
road
Yeah,
uh,
yeah,
uh,
yeah,
uh
Uh,
yeah
(oh
Lord,
Jetson
made
another
one)
Fuck
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
Bought
my
house
on
top
of
the
hill,
but
my
heart
in
them
trenches
Bitches
be
30,
40
years
old,
still
in
my
business
They
quick
to
talk
about
the
shit
that
they'd
be
doing
different
Three
years
ago,
I
was
a
joke,
they
ain't
wan'
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
quick
to
confront
her
with
drama
Niggas
do
all
that
talking
and
typing
like
it's
a
problem
Since
it's
a
problem,
I'll
call
up
Jigga,
we
bought
up
choppers
Lil'
Chris
a
shotta,
he'll
do
a
hit
in
Balenciagas
Yeah,
that's
the
one,
boy,
he
gon'
get
it
done,
boy
Now
let's
take
a
trip,
we
all
in
DC
at
the
MGM
Buyin'
Gucci
and
MCM,
steak,
potatoes,
and
scampi
shrimp
Top
floor,
ain't
a
hater
near,
surrounded
by
my
dawgs
Like
they
don't
want
us
to
ball,
y'all,
they
want
to
see
us
fall
They
don't
like
it,
but
they
gon'
respect
it
Get
up
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,
yeah
Stay
out
my
business,
bitch
Yeah,
quit
all
that
hatin'
shit
Quit
all
that
fakin'
shit
Yeah,
yeah,
ah
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Hold
on,
uh
They
don't
like
it
but
they
gon'
respect
it
Get
up
off
your
ass,
get
a
check,
uh
'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,
uh
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,
yeah
Stay
out
my
business,
bitch,
uh
Quit
with
all
that
hatin'
shit
Quit
all
that
fakin'
shit
(bitch
ass)
Stay
out
my
business,
bitch
What
up?
Hah,
what
up?
Nah,
for
real,
what
up?
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