歌词中有my business,my business一首歌 男的唱的 高潮是两遍my business.my business.

歌词中有my business,my business一首歌 男的唱的 高潮是两遍my business.my business.
歌词中有my business,my business
一首歌 男的唱的 高潮是两遍my business.my business.

歌词中有my business,my business一首歌 男的唱的 高潮是两遍my business.my business.
Roll Out (my Business)
　　Roll out, roll out, roll out
　　Roll out, roll out, roll out
　　Roll out, roll out
　　I got my twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
　　Me and my homies, so drop that
　　We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
　　So much money, you can't stop that
　　Twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
　　Me and my homies, so drop that
　　We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
　　So much money, you can't stop that
　　Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
　　Where'd you get that mackin' Benz with them windows tinted?
　　Who them girls you be with when you be ridin' through?
　　Man I ain't got nothin' to prove, I paid my dues
　　Breakin' the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin' a cruise
　　Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good?
　　You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood?
　　What in the world is in that bag, what you got in that bag?
　　A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job
　　Of just eyein' me, spyin' me
　　I got my twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
　　Me and my homies, so drop that
　　We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
　　So much money, you can't stop that
　　Twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
　　Me and my homies, so drop that
　　We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
　　So much money, you can't stop that
　　Man, that car don't come out until next year
　　Where in the fuck did you get it?
　　That's eighty-thousand bucks gone
　　Where in the fuck did you spend it?
　　You must have eyes on your back
　　'Cause you got money to the ceiling
　　And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
　　The better I'm feelin', the more that I'm chillin'
　　Winnin', drillin' and killin' the feelin'
　　Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin three-coarse meals?
　　Gettin' goosebumps with her body tapped in six inch heels
　　What in the world is in that room, what you got in that room?
　　A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rappas
　　A couple of wives, now it's time to choose
　　I got my twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
　　Me and my homies, so drop that
　　We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
　　So much money, you can't stop that
　　Twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
　　Me and my homies, so drop that
　　We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
　　So much money, you can't stop that
　　Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted?
　　Playstation 2 up in the ride, is that Lorenzo-kitted?
　　Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch?
　　You take a pick, while I'm rubbin' the hips
　　Touchin' lips to the top of the dick and, whew
　　Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house?
　　What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth?
　　What in the world is in that case, what you got in that case?
　　Get up out my face, you couldn't relate
　　Wait to take place at a similar pace, so shake, shake it
　　I got my twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
　　Me and my homies, so drop that
　　We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
　　So much money, you can't stop that
　　Twin Glock, 40s, cocked back
　　Me and my homies, so drop that
　　We rollin' on twenties, with the top back
　　So much money, you can't stop that
　　Get out my business, my business
　　Stay the fuck up out my business, ah
　　'Cause these niggaz all up in my shit
　　And it's my business, my business
　　Stay the fuck up out my business 'cause it's mine, oh mine
　　My business, my business
　　Stay the fuck up out my business
　　'Cause these niggaz all up in my shit
　　And it's my business, my business
　　Stay the fuck up out my business, 'cause it's mine, oh mine
　　Ah, ah, Timberland, Ludacris, Disturbing Tha Peace, hoo
　　
　　Ludacris - My Business
　　(hook)
　　Get out my business my business
　　Stay the fuck up out my business
　　Cause these niggas all up in my shit (2x)
　　And it’s my business my business
　　Stay the fuck up out my business
　　Cause it’s mine o mine
　　(verse 1)
　　Now how did you get that platinum chain wit them diamonds in it
　　Where you get that matching benz wit the windows tinted
　　Who them girls you be wit when you be riding through
　　And I ain’t got nothing to prove
　　You chose to lose
　　I chose to cruise
　　And sip boose fool
　　Tell me who’s your weed man and how do you smoke so good
　　Yous a superstar boy so why you til up in the hood
　　Now what in the world is in that bag
　　What you got in that bag
　　A couple of cans of whoop ass
　　You did a good ass job of just eyeing me spying
　　(hook)
　　(connecting hook)
　　That’s for me to know bitch
　　Not for you to find out
　　That’s for me to know bitch
　　Not for you to find out (2x)
　　That’s for me to know bitch
　　Not for you to find out
　　Not for you to find out
　　And not for you to find out
　　(verse 2)
　　Is that your wife
　　You girlfriend
　　Or is that your main bitch
　　How much money do y’all be makin
　　And are you really that rich
　　Are those rumors really true about the size of your dick
　　Man I done heard plenty of chicks
　　You ask around plenty of tricks
　　Passed around pound for pound
　　You always hiding out
　　So where the hell do you live
　　How many cars do you have
　　Are better yet how many cribs
　　What in the world is in that room
　　Why can’t I go in that room
　　Because that spells doom
　　Get it doom
　　Get it doom doom
　　(hook)
　　(connecting hook)