It's K.I., nigga
Yeah nigga I'm the problem
Don't want the fifth nigga I need the big bottle
Gotta freaky bitch in Ohio she like to eat proper
Bitch earring up meat she like a meat sider
Bitch ion really like tacos knock the meat up out her
Nigga she won't shut the f*ck up do you see her problem
F.N on my hip nigga do you see the problem
Double shot out the D'ussé that's how I like my models
One day I might trip, and I'll catch myself
But till then, I'ma get this cash and unpack myself
Boy, you a common ass nigga, we've been past yourself
Pursuit to the bag, that's how a nigga gonna pass himself
Gucci leather shoes, that's how I really wanna pass my wealth
Bitch, I'm wide open, why the f*ck would I wanna pass myself
Bitch, I'm not getting in a car, I'd rather crash myself
Plug hitting me with some new shit, it's gonna sell itself
Nigga, let me keep it a hunnid, let me keep it a bean
Bitch, I've been by myself, nigga, I never needed a screen
4-5 action, but the 40 had to keep it a scene
She good, she clean, I bought her Gucci and Celine
Every Glock, you gotta beam, I'm head and charge, bitch, I'm the dean
I'm a demon, leave no witnesses, I'm killing shit on scene
This be that shit you never seen, my life is like a movie scene
I'm off a pint, come f*ck with me, I smoke until I'm out of weed
Let's pour a eight bitch f*cking three, in the mirror be a beast
Gucci joggers, Gucci fleece, and the T is Louie V
I'm in a different galaxy, I'm on a world you never seen
My money blue, your shit be green, CMF the family
Ever had to pick up your package and split it five ways
Plug sent the package, got it going up in five days
F*ck it, let's smoke a QP and get fried today
Clutching on my 4-5 Donovan, wanna fly today
Ride around flint, pushing horses out the driveway
Bitches gon' shut the f*ck up when they see the fifth
How the f*ck you gon' ask me if I'm cheating
Bitch, I'll plead the fifth
Not gon' speak up on no situations, so don't ask me
I'm on my Rod Wave shit, Great Gatsby
A nigga must be high as hell if he think he pass me
She sucked it with the ice and halls, yeah, I think she nasty
In the club, she nasty in the public, she classy
I take my baddest bitches to Ruth Chris and treat them fancy
A bottle of D'ussé a get these bitches out they panty
I said my pocket's full of dog shit, that's why they cannot stand me
I do not want the fame, I just want awards and Grammys
It ain't too much I can handle, I stay lit forever candle
VV's on the TV, mantel, electrify, bitch, f*ck the panel
I smoke breezes, never camels
Double Gs on top the sandals
Talking tough, get you dismembered
My last opp was an example
Hold on, bitch, let me get right
The police on my ass, I'm high as hell, done ran six lights
If you love me, hold me tight, I like to wonder off
I'm in her bed, but ass naked with the covers off
CMF Daniel - Family Business (feat. Ki) Lyrics
CMF Daniel - Family Business (feat. Ki) Lyrics
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English
It's K.I., nigga
Yeah nigga I'm the problem
Don't want the fifth nigga I need the big bottle
Gotta freaky bitch in Ohio she like to eat proper
Bitch earring up meat she like a meat sider
Bitch ion really like tacos knock the meat up out her
Nigga she won't shut the f*ck up do you see her problem
F.N on my hip nigga do you see the problem
Double shot out the D'ussé that's how I like my models
One day I might trip, and I'll catch myself
But till then, I'ma get this cash and unpack myself
Boy, you a common ass nigga, we've been past yourself
Pursuit to the bag, that's how a nigga gonna pass himself
Gucci leather shoes, that's how I really wanna pass my wealth
Bitch, I'm wide open, why the f*ck would I wanna pass myself
Bitch, I'm not getting in a car, I'd rather crash myself
Plug hitting me with some new shit, it's gonna sell itself
Nigga, let me keep it a hunnid, let me keep it a bean
Bitch, I've been by myself, nigga, I never needed a screen
4-5 action, but the 40 had to keep it a scene
She good, she clean, I bought her Gucci and Celine
Every Glock, you gotta beam, I'm head and charge, bitch, I'm the dean
I'm a demon, leave no witnesses, I'm killing shit on scene
This be that shit you never seen, my life is like a movie scene
I'm off a pint, come f*ck with me, I smoke until I'm out of weed
Let's pour a eight bitch f*cking three, in the mirror be a beast
Gucci joggers, Gucci fleece, and the T is Louie V
I'm in a different galaxy, I'm on a world you never seen
My money blue, your shit be green, CMF the family
Ever had to pick up your package and split it five ways
Plug sent the package, got it going up in five days
F*ck it, let's smoke a QP and get fried today
Clutching on my 4-5 Donovan, wanna fly today
Ride around flint, pushing horses out the driveway
Bitches gon' shut the f*ck up when they see the fifth
How the f*ck you gon' ask me if I'm cheating
Bitch, I'll plead the fifth
Not gon' speak up on no situations, so don't ask me
I'm on my Rod Wave shit, Great Gatsby
A nigga must be high as hell if he think he pass me
She sucked it with the ice and halls, yeah, I think she nasty
In the club, she nasty in the public, she classy
I take my baddest bitches to Ruth Chris and treat them fancy
A bottle of D'ussé a get these bitches out they panty
I said my pocket's full of dog shit, that's why they cannot stand me
I do not want the fame, I just want awards and Grammys
It ain't too much I can handle, I stay lit forever candle
VV's on the TV, mantel, electrify, bitch, f*ck the panel
I smoke breezes, never camels
Double Gs on top the sandals
Talking tough, get you dismembered
My last opp was an example
Hold on, bitch, let me get right
The police on my ass, I'm high as hell, done ran six lights
If you love me, hold me tight, I like to wonder off
I'm in her bed, but ass naked with the covers off
Yeah nigga I'm the problem
Don't want the fifth nigga I need the big bottle
Gotta freaky bitch in Ohio she like to eat proper
Bitch earring up meat she like a meat sider
Bitch ion really like tacos knock the meat up out her
Nigga she won't shut the f*ck up do you see her problem
F.N on my hip nigga do you see the problem
Double shot out the D'ussé that's how I like my models
One day I might trip, and I'll catch myself
But till then, I'ma get this cash and unpack myself
Boy, you a common ass nigga, we've been past yourself
Pursuit to the bag, that's how a nigga gonna pass himself
Gucci leather shoes, that's how I really wanna pass my wealth
Bitch, I'm wide open, why the f*ck would I wanna pass myself
Bitch, I'm not getting in a car, I'd rather crash myself
Plug hitting me with some new shit, it's gonna sell itself
Nigga, let me keep it a hunnid, let me keep it a bean
Bitch, I've been by myself, nigga, I never needed a screen
4-5 action, but the 40 had to keep it a scene
She good, she clean, I bought her Gucci and Celine
Every Glock, you gotta beam, I'm head and charge, bitch, I'm the dean
I'm a demon, leave no witnesses, I'm killing shit on scene
This be that shit you never seen, my life is like a movie scene
I'm off a pint, come f*ck with me, I smoke until I'm out of weed
Let's pour a eight bitch f*cking three, in the mirror be a beast
Gucci joggers, Gucci fleece, and the T is Louie V
I'm in a different galaxy, I'm on a world you never seen
My money blue, your shit be green, CMF the family
Ever had to pick up your package and split it five ways
Plug sent the package, got it going up in five days
F*ck it, let's smoke a QP and get fried today
Clutching on my 4-5 Donovan, wanna fly today
Ride around flint, pushing horses out the driveway
Bitches gon' shut the f*ck up when they see the fifth
How the f*ck you gon' ask me if I'm cheating
Bitch, I'll plead the fifth
Not gon' speak up on no situations, so don't ask me
I'm on my Rod Wave shit, Great Gatsby
A nigga must be high as hell if he think he pass me
She sucked it with the ice and halls, yeah, I think she nasty
In the club, she nasty in the public, she classy
I take my baddest bitches to Ruth Chris and treat them fancy
A bottle of D'ussé a get these bitches out they panty
I said my pocket's full of dog shit, that's why they cannot stand me
I do not want the fame, I just want awards and Grammys
It ain't too much I can handle, I stay lit forever candle
VV's on the TV, mantel, electrify, bitch, f*ck the panel
I smoke breezes, never camels
Double Gs on top the sandals
Talking tough, get you dismembered
My last opp was an example
Hold on, bitch, let me get right
The police on my ass, I'm high as hell, done ran six lights
If you love me, hold me tight, I like to wonder off
I'm in her bed, but ass naked with the covers off
Writer: CMF Daniel, K I
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid