Baby Tate hails Ludacris with ‘My Biznazz’ on Hip-Hop 50 Apple Music

In the celebration of Hi-Hop’s 50th anniversary, Baby Tate pays tribute to Ludacris on the Apple Music’s song, “My Biznazz.” Listen to the track produced by Ludacris, Leigh Elliot, Pape Seck, Sean Momberger & Timbaland.

The 50th anniversary of hip-hop has brought plenty of excitement back into the genre this year. Artists both new and old are showing out in celebration of the boundary-pushing genre, which has helped many of them make millions and live out their dreams. Apple Music specifically has been doing their part to celebrate by bringing in select artists to make songs exclusively available on the streaming platform. Among them is Baby Tate, who reimagined a throwback Ludacris song for her contribution, “My Biznazz.”

As Uproxx notes, the reality starlet covers the Fast & Furious actor’s 2001 fan favourite, “Rollout (My Business)” nearly word-for-word, though there are a few modern updates. “I got my twin Glock .40s, cocked back / Me and my homies, so drop that / We rolling on twenties, with the top back / So much money, you can’t stop that,” she rhymes twice on the chorus. Tate’s listeners are more than pleased to hear new music from her, especially after she reminded us that she’s “only getting better” when sharing salacious thirst traps on her birthday last month.

Aside from this weekend’s surprise arrival, we also recently saw Saweetie and the Atlanta native team up for the “Hey Mickey!” remix, which has been making rounds on TikTok as of late. Other recent efforts to come from Tate include her Mani/Pedi mixtape, as well as collaborations with both Babyface and JID that continue to earn her plenty of praise.

Baby Tate – My Biznazz (prod. Ludacris, Leigh Elliot, Pape Seck, Sean Momberger & Timbaland)

Get the song

9 June 2023
1 Song, 4 minutes
℗ 2023 Sekoya Spectrum LLC, under exclusive license to Warner Records Inc.

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
It’s Baby Tate up in the buildin’
Yeah, yeah, you know what I’m finna do
What I’m finna do?
Roll out!, Roll out!, Roll out!, Roll out!
Roll out!, Roll out!, Roll out!, Roll out!

[Chorus]
I got my twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can’t stop that
Twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can’t stop that

[Verse 1]
Now-now-now, now where’d you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
Where’d you get that matching Benz with them windows tinted?
Who them girls you be with when you be riding through?
Man I ain’t got nothing to prove, I paid my dues
Breaking the rules, I shake fools while I’m taking a cruise
Tell me, who’s your MUA? How do you look so good?
You’s a superstar, girl, why you still up in the hood?
What in the world is in that bag, what you got in that bag?
A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job of just eyeing me, spying me

[Chorus]
I got my twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can’t stop that
Twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can’t stop that

[Verse 2]
Man, that car don’t come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it?
That’s eighty-thousand bucks gone, how in the fuck did you spend it?
You must have eyes on your back, ’cause you got money to the ceiling
And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peeling
The better I’m feeling, the more that I’m chilling
Winning, drilling and killing the feeling
Now who’s that bucked-naked cook fixin’ three-course meals?
Getting goosebumps when her body tap the six inch heels
What in the world is in that room, what you got in that room?
A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rats, a couple of wives Now it’s time to choose

[Chorus]
I got my twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can’t stop that
Twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can’t stop that

[Verse 3]
Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted?
PlayStation 5 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-kitted?
Is that your man, your boyfriend or just your main nigga?
You take a pick, while I’m rubbing the hips
Touching lips to the tip of the clit and then whew!
Now tell me who’s your housekeeper and what you keep in your house?
What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth?
What in the world is in that case, what you got in that case?
Get up out my face, you couldn’t relate
Wait to take place at a similar pace
So shake, shake it, bitch!

[Chorus]
I got my twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can’t stop that
Twin Glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
We rolling on twenties, with the top back
So much money, you can’t stop that

[Bridge]
Get out my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business, ah
‘Cause these niggas all up business my shit
And it’s my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business, ’cause it’s mine, oh mine
My business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business
‘Cause these niggas all up in my shit
And it’s my business, my business
Stay the fuck up out my business, ’cause it’s mine, oh mine

[Outro]
Baby Tate!, Luda!
Yeah, Atlanta stand the fuck up
DTP! Disturbing The Peace, bitch

Stay the fuck up out my business
Why these niggas in my business?
Why these bitches in my business?
Stay the fuck out my business