Lyrics
I spent fifteen hundred dollars on your damn dog's collar
Put new spinners on your Escalade
I swear I almost started cryin'
When you brought up buyin' diamonds
Lord I'm spending more than I'm getting paid
You got more purses than Versace
Got more rings that Liberace
Fill your closest full of fancy shoes
All my credit cards are cookin'
Girl you don't know what your puttin' me through
It's a business doing pleasure, a business doing pleasure with you
You got me walkin' past the fellas
Holdin' drinks with pink umbrellas
On some island that I can't even spell
Then we slide over to Gucci
Right before we go for sushi
That's a version of my personal hell
You just spent all day long trying on Louis Vitton
There's a thousand things that I'd rather do
Lord my mom would beat me senseless
If she saw what I was spending on you
It's a business doing pleasure, a business doing pleasure with you
Your gonna break my bank before too long
I'm taking out a loan
But when you turn your kind of lovin' on
Honey I just can't say no, no no no no no no
Your gonna break my bank before too long
I'm running out of dough
But when you turn your kind of magic on
Honey I just can't say no, no no no
Maybe I'll play the stock market
Put some money in my pocket
Ain't no telling what your gonna need next
I need to steal a Sherman tank
Just to break into a bank
I pray to God this song will be a success
All my buddies think it's funny
'Cause I'm spending all my money
On some honey like there's something to prove
'Cause for a little of your lovin'
There ain't nothing much that I wouldn't do
It's a business doing pleasure, a business doing pleasure with you
No no no no
It's a business doing pleasure, a business doing pleasure with you