Vegas On Biz (feat. K-Young)

Yeah, I'm feeling like Jay-Z on Reasonable Doubt
 My first debut album probably be my last, it's all good though
 Us COB boys we out here, niggas say: "Are y'all some d-boys?"
 Nigga, we d-boys, we weed-boys, pill-boys, syrup-boys
 Whatever it take to get the money, ya no what I mean?
 Ghostwrite y'all niggas some lyrics, whatever y'all niggas need, man
 We out here (haha)
 Y'all ma'fuckas never seen niggas like us
 We the real deal, we the real movement
 Hold on I gotta take this call, I holla at you in a minute
 Niggas prolly in top of the Cosmopolitan
 Olive in the dirty martini, we be the Parliament
 The C.O.B conglomerate get the camera and document
 The opposite of nonsense nigga, we building monuments
 Power moves avoiding them shower shoes cause
 Fuck a CON, fuck a P.O. man
 You cowards lose, screw you in your county blues
 See our views is to get money like Howard Hughes do
 Limited liability corporations based in Vegas for less tax and wasted wages
 Taste the Asian cuisine,
 We conversate over a plate of that red [?], that's chopsticks and saki
 Win like Steven the architect, believing in our connects
 With all respect, the hot bitches watch me
 Feel the mob vibe when the COB hits the lobby
 We not with the cocky, we confident
 Niggas walking across the casino floor like Sam Rothstein
 Striding like Goliath and we ain't sweating the small things
 We all kings, turn Vegas into New Orleans
 Get cash money with no limit, man we talk green
 Woman eavesdrop but sweaty you need not
 You can join us, let me show you the way that G's rock
 Never touch your purse, your chair or your door handle
 Chivalry is dead for boys, I'm more man though
 Love it when your Prada dress hotter than Orlando
 Picture perfect portrait like you're posing for Van Gogh
 The crap table, we sippin' on black label
 I'm loyal, I die for my brothers, I'm raps Abel
 You fake rap niggas y'all the facade
 Y'all the miraged, meanwhile I'm talking to broads
 Like after this awesome massage we can talk a ménage
 Out in Vegas on business...
 We out in Vegas on business
 My briefcase full of big face Benjie's
 We flyin' by you on the freeway
 We spendin', we spendin'
 Like all this money burning my pocket
 (Conducting organized business, business)
 Like all this money burning my pocket
 (Conducting organized business, business)
 Out in Vegas on business
 Yeah, let's hit the strip and smash
 Bright casino lights bouncing off the tinted glass
 Pull up to the Caesars Palace, pour Louis in the glass
 Bartender didn't ask, I'm a repeat customer
 It's written on my face, I'm a elite hustler
 If life is a bitch I'mma just keep fucking her
 Raised in the gutta and I don't miss my home
 Italian sports car, French cologne
 Of African descent blackened by the sun, dark skin Capone
 On capitalism, a rapper eatin' rappers so that's cannibalism
 Yeah, you bastards shoud listen I'm on a Hannibal mission
 A Carthaginian king burying gold
 Bringing the troops to the 7 0 2 area code
 Meet on the roof of that Bellagio
 The helicopter's waiting on the helipad
 Talking code when we in front of that pilot though
 Keep our business on the quiet yo
 It's hoes in the desert for whoever try to know
 Ay yo, land this muhfucka on the Venetian
 They got a decent Louis store, I need some shit for this evening
 See they finally let the G's win, celebrate our achievements
 Pussy niggas don't wanna see they better leave then
 We here on business, we mixing it with pleasure
 We some pussy pirates these bitches gettin' the hidden treasure
 I bet your boyfriend he can tell you're getting fresher
 Like, "where did you get them shoes and that shit that's in your dresser?"
 Your Vegas trip with your girls was so regular
 Till you ran across me and my predators
 We caught you slippin' and this ain't shit but a business trip
 When you tell him use censorship
 We in Vegas on business, conducting organized biz
 15 freeway to be exact (haha)