conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called My Business with the following description: On “My Business,“ NAV and Future reunite for a track about their wealth, fame, and status as famous rappers. The two drop references to expensive cars and clothing in order to boast about their fame, whilst also touching on their haters and how they have no effect on them. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: NAV & 
  Future
  ]
  Yeah
  Yeah
  Yeah
  Yeah (
  Woo
  )
  (
  Woo
  )
  [Chorus: NAV]
  I'm a boss, I’m minding my business
  Open up the box, got bales in the kitchen
  Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it
  Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic
  You know I'm the man, I’ll show you 'round my city
  Gas 93, now everything litty
  Rooks got the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches
  Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky
  Extra blue cheese and extra guac', I'm part of the money-making committee
  Heard them hating, they said that I'm done, but I ain't going nowhere, who're you kidding?
  After my show, I got three hoes and I signed three letters on all they titties
  Getting these millions, tryna get a billion, 
  I was born one day before Diddy
  [Verse 1: NAV]
  It’s hard to make it out where I came up at (Up at)
  Invest in myself, made everything back (Make back)
  I just left Dior and I spent ten racks (Ten racks)
  Took a hundred thousand out, playin’ catch
  In the foreign doing burnouts (Let's go)
  Had to get a burnout phone to sell dope
  One year ’til my brother get out (Let's go)
  Gotta sip syrup 'cause it help me cope
  I'ma just let the pills do the work, I don’t wanna think no more (Think no more)
  Got a girl holdin' me down, I don't give a fuck about fuckin' tings no more
  I don't give a fuck where I made my last check, I know I still want more (Want more)
  Used to care about what people think about me, I don't give a fuck no more [Chorus: NAV]
  I'm a boss, I'm minding my business (My business)
  Open up the box, got bales in the kitchen
  Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it
  Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic
  You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city
  Gas 93, now everything litty
  Rooks got the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches
  Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky
  Extra blue cheese and extra guac', I'm part of the money-making committee
  Heard them hating, they said that I'm done, but I ain't going nowhere, who're you kidding?
  After my show, I got three hoes and I signed three letters on all they titties
  Getting these millions, tryna get a billion, I was born one day before Diddy
  [Verse 2: Future]
  Post in Cha-nay-nay, I treat it like a trap
  Spent a Lambo' truck just on bags
  I ain't seen a bitch yet turn down cash
  Richard Mille icy, splash on splash
  Got a lot of shooters and they ready to go crash
  Call up the vibes just to come through and spazz
  Brr, brr, you know how they work it
  Brr, brr, you know, and they twerking
  Brr, brr, my cup full of dirty
  Brr, brr, the Glock hold a thirty
  I don't wanna talk 'cause it might be the feds
  Looking at the wrist, yeah, that might be a brick
  By the way the chain hit, sold a few bales
  Walkin' with a chopper, gotta take small steps
  Jimmy Choo shoes, I could walk through Hell
  Five thousand apiece, I can walk on air
  Look at my sleeves, got ice everywhere
  Took a bitch skiing out in Colorado, woo
  This bitch doing dust, she off Colorado, woo
  I shouldn't've put the freak in the Bentayga, woo
  Bought a bitch an AP, came with carats
  Two-tone Audemars, rich ass habits
  Splurgin' in Hermes, spent a G Wagen
  Feed a bitch shrimp 'cause a nigga ain't crabbin'
  Boss, and I'm minding my business
  Sleepin' in the trap, got bales in the kitchen
  Secured my bag and it came with a chicken
  Went and catch a flight, I done switched up baguettes
  King Pluto, ooh, I run my city
  Me and my slimes gon' handle that business
  My little brother NAV gon' share your bitch
  Shit get bloody, yeah, shit get sticky
  Extra cheese, gotta kill all the rats, and the cups, they muddy, yeah
  When you havin' spill, havin' paper, these bitches gon' leave her hubby, yeah
  After my shows, I'ma take a few hoes, I'ma turn my dressing room to a strip club
  When I get a billion, I'ma keep a trillion, ain't never stopped me from sippin' my 'Tussin [Chorus: NAV]
  I'm a boss, I'm minding my business
  Open up the box, got bales in the kitchen
  Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it
  Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic
  You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city
  Gas 93, now everything litty
  Rooks got the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches
  Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky
  Extra blue cheese and extra guac', I'm part of the money-making committee
  Heard them hating, they said that I'm done, but I ain't going nowhere, who're you kidding?
  After my show, I got three hoes and I signed three letters on all they titties (NAV)
  Getting these millions, tryna get a billion, I was born one day before Diddy (Woo)