NAV + FUTURE - MY BUSINESS ( s l o w e d + r e v e r b )

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  • เผยแพร่เมื่อ 6 ก.พ. 2025
  • i ain't going nowhere, who're you kidding?
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    SOUNDCLOUD:
    / giuliano-ii
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    TO FEATURE IN A SPOTLIGHT VIDEO:
    Instagram - @giulian0_
    E-mail - sgiuliano@outlook.com
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    LYRICS:
    [Intro: Nav & Future]
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Yeah (Woo)
    (Woo)
    [Chorus: NAV]
    I'm a boss, I’m minding my business
    Open up the box, got bales in the kitchen
    Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it
    Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic
    You know I'm the man, I’ll show you 'round my city
    Gas 93, now everything litty
    Rooks got the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches
    Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky
    Extra blue cheese and extra guac', I'm part of the money-making committee
    Heard them hating, they said that I'm dumb, but I ain't going nowhere, who're you kidding?
    After my show, I got three hoes and I signed three letters on all they titties
    Getting these millions, tryna get a billion, I was born one day before Diddy
    [Verse 1: NAV]
    It’s hard to make it out where I came up at (Up at)
    Invest in myself, made everything back (Make back)
    I just left Dior and I spent ten racks (Ten racks)
    Took a hundred thousand out, playin’ catch
    In the foreign doing burnouts (Let's go)
    Had to get a burnout phone to sell dope
    One year ’til my brother get out (Let's go)
    Gotta sip syrup 'cause it help me cope
    I'ma just let the pills do the work, I don’t wanna think no more (Think no more)
    Got a girl holdin' me down, I don't give a fuck about fuckin' tings no more
    I don't give a fuck where I made my last check, I know I still want more (Want more)
    Used to care about what people think about me, I don't give a fuck no more
    [Chorus: NAV]
    I'm a boss, I'm minding my business (My business)
    Open up the box, got bales in the kitchen
    Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it
    Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic
    You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city
    Gas 93, now everything litty
    Rooks got the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches
    Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky
    Extra blue cheese and extra guac', I'm part of the money-making committee
    Heard them hating, they said that I'm dumb, but I ain't going nowhere, who're you kidding?
    After my show, I got three hoes and I signed three letters on all they titties
    Getting these millions, tryna get a billion, I was born one day before Diddy
    [Verse 2: Future]
    Post in Cha-nay-nay, I treat it like a trap
    Spent a Lambo' truck just on bags
    I ain't seen a bitch yet turn down cash
    Richard Mille icy, splash on splash
    Got a lot of shooters and they ready to go crash
    Call up the vibes just to come through and spazz
    Brr, brr, you know how they work it
    Brr, brr, you know, and they twerking
    Brr, brr, my cup full of dirty
    Brr, brr, the Glock hold a thirty
    I don't wanna talk 'cause it might be the feds
    Looking at the wrist, yeah, that might be a brick
    By the way the chain hit, sold a few bales
    Walkin' with a chopper, gotta take small steps
    Jimmy Choo shoes, I could walk through Hell
    Five thousand apiece, I can walk on air
    Look at my sleeves, got ice everywhere
    Took a bitch skiing out in Colorado, woo
    This bitch doing dust, she off Colorado, woo
    I shouldn't've put the freak in the Bentayga, woo
    Bought a bitch an AP, came with carats
    Two-tone Audemars, rich ass habits
    Splurgin' in Hermes, spent a G Wagen
    Feed a bitch shrimp 'cause a nigga ain't crabbin'
    Boss, and I'm minding my business
    Sleepin' in the trap, got bales in the kitchen
    Secured my bag and it came with a chicken
    Went and catch a flight, I done switched up baguettes
    King Pluto, ooh, I run my city
    Me and my slimes gon' handle that business
    My little brother NAV gon' share your bitch
    Shit get bloody, yeah, shit get sticky
    Extra cheese, gotta kill all the rats, and the cups, they muddy, yeah
    When you havin' spill, havin' paper, these bitches gon' leave her hubby, yeah
    After my shows, I'ma take a few hoes, I'ma turn my dressing room to a strip club
    When I get a billion, I'ma keep a trillion, ain't never stopped me from sippin' my 'Tussin
    [Chorus: NAV]
    I'm a boss, I'm minding my business
    Open up the box, got bales in the kitchen
    Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it
    Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic
    You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city
    Gas 93, now everything litty
    Rooks got the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches
    Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky
    Extra blue cheese and extra guac', I'm part of the money-making committee
    Heard them hating, they said that I'm dumb, but I ain't going nowhere, who're you kidding?
    After my show, I got three hoes and I signed three letters on all they titties (NAV)
    Getting these millions, tryna get a billion, I was born one day before Diddy (Woo)

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