Business & Personal Lyrics

This personal
Huh, this shit business and personal
Shit that I been through (Tuh)
Bitches would've been beggin' me to switch shoes
Mama ain't know how we was gon' eat back in '98
Same kid made sure the whole family ate (Whew)
'Cause this personal, yeah
Business and personal

Mind, body, and spirit, I've been in a good place
Maid said she found 10K, told her, "Keep it, have a good day"
Fans say they miss the old me, but I wouldn't be here with my old ways
Tried to put me on Front Street, now they gotta see me on the front page
I ain't even tryna competе, I get compared, I don't complain
Bitches thought I would'vе died off, if I did, it'll be of old age
Pretty face and a slim waist, niggas on my bumper like road rage
Walk in Magic City, but this ain't the type of rain bitches want to go away
Rap bitches puttin' singles out, shit ain't even hittin' like my throwaways
Five hundred, that's a show away, fast money on a slower day
I get in the booth singin' like SZA, fuck around, be a note away
I put on this vintage Rolex, that's the only thing with an older face (Tuh)
Y'all bitches gotta chill on the hate
'Cause it's only puttin' gas in the tank
Big Mama, bitch, your ass getting spanked
That bitch at the end of the day
Maybach, that's the Benz of the day
Car seat, got a kid on the way (Kid on the way)

This personal (Skrrt)
Huh, this shit business and personal
Shit that I been through (Tuh)
Bitches would've been beggin' me to switch shoes
Mama ain't know how we was gon' eat back in '98
Same kid made sure the whole family ate (Whew)
'Cause this personal, yeah
Business and personal

Ayy, this baby ain't slowin' shit down but the horsepower
Had to get the Rolls and put the Lams up for a while, huh
Still steppin' on shit like somebody ain't pickin' up dog piles
Yeah, you know

These bitches hatin', wish that they was livin' in my skin
I'm in a multimillion-dollar crib playin' Sims
I'm backin' out the Brabus, tryin' not to scrape the rims
Big Mama John Deere, bitch, I'm comes through trim (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ten bodyguards, I'm a motherfuckin' star
Bitch, it ain't no bumpin' me unless it's caviar
I've been gettin' thicker like my nigga addin' starch
I'm jumpin' off of boats with my hoes 'cause we the sharks
Yeah, richest out of Rex, huh (Frrt)
Only thing Alfredo is my pussy when I sex (Uh)
Wafi picked it out his nose and put it on my neck
I got Bentley seats massagin' me in traffic while I text
I got OCD, please miss me with the mess
Every birthday, I'm on an island via jet
I got money too, so I barely ever ask
But if I do, he like Floetry, he known for sayin' yes
Five racks on Balenci' sweats, tryna hide my belly (Ha)
I ain't trick-or-treatin' when I'm puttin' on this skelly (Hmm)
Bitches beef with me, it's rare 'cause they ain't fuckin' ready
I done made more honey buns than that ho Little Debbie (Frrt, frrt, frrt)
They call me Big Mama, huh, like a fat bitch
Oh, they think crodie wrote it, pfft, that's a compliment
I brush my teeth twice (And do), 'cause I be talkin' shit (And do)
Like fuck a hater, a red light barely stoppin' this bitch
Niggas wanna get behind it like the cops in this bitch (Woo-woo)
Patron of the new clothes when I shop in this bitch
Michael made 'em open up like a mosh in this bitch
I'm so motherfuckin' fine, he never soft in this bitch
Uh, Brook the tallest fine shit to touch the 'net since Angel
Swear my mama snapped twice like she ain't get the angle
I'm goin' in with nothin' but some water and prenatals (Okay)
Still makin' shit shake with no help from the label (Tuh)
Just me and Kayla splittin' bread like a fuckin' bagel (Brr)
Got my man sendin' wires like he doin' cable
Know how to talk to his baby, think he Ms. Rachel
Yeah, they gon' hate this (Tuh)
MVP like SGA, I swear I can't miss (Swish)
Ain't nobody touchin' me but TSA, bitch (Tuh)
They waitin' on Big Mama to drop like GTA 6