(Verse 1)
I get busy, I do work
I come bitch, I’m feeling like I’m Kool Herc
Brand new pants, brand new shirt
I blew perk so I’m looking for a few skirts
They all wanna get busy
And take shots ‘till they all feel dizzy
Calling, dog, no spuds but kenzy
The new Benzi keeping bitches all in a frenzy
(Hook) x2
Get busy y’all
Yo, yo, yo ,yo ,yo
Get busy y’all
Yo, yo, yo ,yo ,yo
This about to go again
(Verse 2)
Look, I’m getting busy like I’m running errands
‘Cause I’m flying in the parrot his or her McLarens
I got see, see the creeze, check out my appearance
She calling me daddy and ain’t got to meet the parents
Six blunts, I’m dying to get to seven
She said preacher and I ain’t even a reverend
You want the drone, I’m tryin’ to be a legend
And I ain’t even waitin’ in line to get to Heaven
So what I look like waitin’ outside of Graystone
You cats is behind the times like a payphone
I’m all VIP everything
Married to the game, I don’t need a wedding ring
Smoking loud packs puffing on them green niggas
Getting busy like a couple horny teenagers
Been in the game but I’m new to y’all
Six million ways to die and you can use them all
(Hook) x2
Get busy y’all
Yo, yo, yo ,yo ,yo
Get busy y’all
Yo, yo, yo ,yo ,yo
This about to go again