[Intro]
(Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up)
[Chorus]
I just mind my business
You tried to keep my secret
Now everybody knows
You don't have a reason
I don't wanna believe this shit so, bitch, I gotta go
[Verse]
AP on my wrist
You don't like me, let's talk about it
Presidential shit
I'm in the city, just signin' on tits
Ridin' in that big body
It's not a Tonka bitch, it's a Maserati
I know in Portland its always groggy
We can still have fun
Even when it's foggy
This for the ones that ain't made it yet
I got no gangs that are on my set
In the city, yeah, I'm cashin' checks
All the bitches that I haven't met
All the haters up on the net
All the plaques I'm gonna get
Fuck a bitch in a nеw Corvette
All the girls that I won't forgеt
When I do it all for my city will you be right by my side
When the ship keeps fuckin' sinkin' will you be my ride or die
Everything keeps gettin' shitty and I don't think I know why
I did a lot of things wrong but I ain't mean to make you cry
(yeah, hol up)
[Chorus]
I just mind my business
You tried to keep my secret
Now everybody knows
You don't have a reason
I don't wanna believe this shit so, bitch, I gotta go
I just mind my business
You tried to keep my secret
Now everybody knows
You don't have a reason
I don't wanna believe this shit so, bitch, I gotta go