Biznite. Biznite. Nothing but it

I’m dipping in a black milleny Benny sitting on twenties
Top off when the city’s windy me and pretty Cindy
She dressed up in pretty Fendi and she sipping Remy
I’m Iceburg nothing but Whinnie all the way to my tennie
I’m hotter than a semi’ ’cause this skirt she’s wearing mini
And plus my head is spinning from drinking this fifth of Henny
I stop at any deli ’cause this freaking with her penny
And ain’t no telling how many she ‘umm already been in
We get inside the room and she giggling plain grinning
Slowly the lights dimming and I’m slipping on my jimmy
I’m feeling with her titties this is only the beginning
I stick it in her kitty now she screaming come on gimme
I’m flipping this chick over and I caught her slowly bending
I’m hitting got her twisting this is my ninny you hear me
And when it’s time to quit I got her soaking wet and dripping
She asked me for a kiss ah

Biznite is you tripping
Biznite is you tripping
What
Biznite is you tripping
What
Biznite is you tripping
He he he wha
You’re nothing but a sack-chasing cock-tasting biznite
You’re never gonna amount to anything but a biznite
‘Cause all I wanna do is hit it raw I don’t even wanna talk
If your baby come born with braids I ain’t the pa
Nope I ain’t the pa
Hell no I ain’t the pa
No I ain’t the pa
Hell no I ain’t the pa
Nope I ain’t the pa
Hell no I ain’t the pa
If your baby come out saying wha I ain’t the pa

I ride up in a Porsche Boxter see this fox her name was Tasha
I got her when I stopped her at McDonald’s with her partner
I jocked the way she rocked her little Versace and her Prada
I’m Iceburg or Bahama from bottom to collar
I jot her my phone number later on gave me a holler
I popped up by her mama’s so her nigga won’t know nada
She took thirty minutes play me like a some kinda coward
Now hopped up in my car and started talking ’bout her doctor
She said she started riding it in her baby’s fathers Honda
She wish that he would trade it in and cop a brand new Mazda
I’m driving to the label to the back and put the top up
I roll down all the windows put the car in function “watch the”
I tried to touch her thigh she moved my hand and said ah ah bro
It took five minutes to bang then you know she proper
I’m knocking out her brains
We got the car shaking and rocking
She asked me for a kiss ah

Biznite what’s your problem
Wha
Biznite what’s your problem
Wha
Biznite what’s your problem
Wha
Biznite what’s your problem
Wha
You’re nothing but a sack-chasing cock-tasting biznite
You’re never gonna amount to anything but a biznite
‘Cause all I wanna do is hit it raw I don’t even wanna talk
If your baby come born with braids I ain’t the pa
Nope I ain’t the pa
Hell no I ain’t the pa
No I ain’t the pa
Hell no I ain’t the pa

There was this stupid name was Lucy came up to me at the movies
Said she just saw Balla Blocking and thought that I was cute
And but you and baby too can still come over early Tuesday
I just bought a new mansion just finished it and my movie
I knew she was a new from head to shoulder check this Gucci
And me I’m Iceberg Tom and Jerry, Daffy and Goofy
She say, “Oh,” it would be so nice and usually she would do it
But lately she been spooked her boo just come from institution
I say that’s cool ’cause I don’t really wanna have to shoot him
I gave the braud the pager number and said that she should use it
As soon as I flew by in that navy and baby blue six
She beeped and left a message that she come up with a solution
I scooting a run through straight to my house I won’t be foolish
She had no bathing suit and then want me to see her booty
I oozed it in her coochie when she got in my Jacuzzi
She asked me for a kiss ah

Biznite is you stupid
Biznite is you stupid
What
Biznite is you stupid
What he he he why?
Because your nothing but a sack-chasing cock-tasting biznite
Your never gonna amount to anything but a biznite
‘Cause all I wanna do is hit it raw I don’t even wanna talk
If your baby come born with braids I ain’t the pa
Nope I ain’t the pa
Hell no I ain’t the pa
No I ain’t the pa
Hell no I ain’t the pa
No I ain’t the pa
Hell no I ain’t the pa

If your baby come out saying wha I ain’t the pa
You’re a sack-chasing cock-tasting biznite
Your never gonna amount to anything but a biznite
‘Cause all I wanna do is hit it raw I don’t even wanna talk
If your baby come born with braids I ain’t the pa
Nope I ain’t the pa
Hell no I ain’t the pa
No I ain’t the pa
Hell no I ain’t the pa
Nope I ain’t the pa
Hell no I ain’t the pa

If your baby come out throwing up “W”‘s I ain’t the pa nigga
Hm hm
I ain’t the pa
Hm hm
I don’t wanna talk