HANDLING BUSINESS Lyrics – DDG

Read the full HANDLING BUSINESS lyrics by DDG along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ddg’s music, you can also explore Bankroll and The Method, two other songs by Ddg.

[Intro]
(Beezo need cash only, you dig?)
(OG Parker)

[Verse 1: DDG]
I go Cartier bracelet and Cartier watch
I stack multiple Cartier metals on wrist
Hunnid mo’ thousand gon’ equal a whole ‘nother million
I’m rich as a fu*k in this b!tch
DD be flexing, I’m punching the Lambo like Devin
I might just Gervonta the whip
Lambo gon’ sit on the floor, I’ma have to get low if I wanted to hop in this b!tch
Michelin Star with my shorty the menu expensive, the bill is a thousand a pop
Since I became a celebrity, no moving regularly, can’t even grocery shop
Moonwalking in Calabasas, the mansion is massive, I stay at the tippity top
Cuban link on me is heavy, the diamonds is pure as the fu*k, you can see through the rock
Gallery shorts and the gallery socks
Fresh as a b!tch and he mad that he not
He not a threat, I can’t call him an opp
These little n!ggas be praying I flop
Fu*k all that that beefing on internet, n!ggas ain’t into that
He acting tough when he not
I wanna see when I meet the little n!gga in person if all of that energy stop
I ain’t got time for no talking, let’s get to the business
We making some money or what?
Chase wanna make me a new private client, they see my account and I’m running it up
IRS audit, I show ’em what’s up
Ain’t nothing funny ’bout none of my bucks
I got momentum, I’m having my way with this s*it and ain’t nobody fu*king it up
Legally rich, I invented finesse
Getting deposits be better than s*x
When I’m on tour, these women in line for the bus like I’m filming a season of NEXT
If she a eight, she can come on the bus
If she a ten, she can come to the back
Don’t even know her, but I hit her in Indiana and now the next show in the ‘Raq

[Bridge: DDG & Tory Lanez]

I’m living life like this s*it never ending
Bottles and bottles and women to women
I like to go out after handling business
I’m living life like this s*it never ending
Bottles and bottles and women to women
I like to go out after handling business (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Stick to my cell and I think ’bout the rumors
This s*it that they selling, the money and pocket, it’s heavy
I can’t even count it, I just gotta get, let’s get it and fu*k it let’s talk ’bout the rumors
They sent me to prison and gave me a ten pieces
I wouldn’t tell it, but I made a oath to city to never go snitch
And even if it kill me or make me a felon, I go out to visit
And the bag the b!tch out the baddest b!tch out the, to slap the s*it out ya
Sent me to prison and all that it taught me, that if it go down, how to stab the s*it out ya
Tommy and bunkers, the knives, the thumpers, the lock and the socks just to crack the s*it out ya
I call a shot on the yard, you a problem, I send out a hit and Cash App the s*it out ya
Standing on business is standing on business
Just paid the killers to stand on the witness
COs are hating, they banning my visits
They claiming they caught me with hands on her titties
Walk back-to-back and we splitting and spinning
My young n!gga saying he been getting dizzy
I be up praying and waiting for the day that n!ggas come for me the way they did Drizzy
I got the card in the wallet and big brodie problems are my problems, so fu*k how you feeling about it
Brodie gon’ stand on his own with 2024, ain’t no fair ones in Toronto
Pablo, I told you these n!ggas was talking about us and popping their s*it ’cause we got it
If they had a dollar for every time we think about ’em, they wouldn’t even have a dollar
Shorty, my city talk about me highly, know that these b!tches never can deny me
Only one thing I regret about that night is jumping up outta that pool with Kylie
I got the dogs, the wolves, they slimey
I’m even coming home sooner than I think (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
They thought that I wasn’t recording inside of the cell
Like I wasn’t spitting the fire in hell
Like I wasn’t cracking the code and as if that ain’t the real reason why I’m in the jail
I had to say, “Hello, goodbye,” from the other side, like I was Adele
And something real good could come out the appeal
Just don’t bust a U-wey when I’m out the cell, lil’ b!tch

[Outro: Tory Lanez]
DDG, you know what’s happening twin
Canada, my brother