Lyrics:
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I'm so high/you so high
I be gettin' money till the day that I die
I'm so high/you so high
I be
to the money get
Getting to the money
Bitch I'm getting to the money
Gettin to the money
Bitch im gettin to the money
The money getting to me
I bake the cookie
but I been gettin' guap, n***a made me mad, I went and bought his bitch a Hair Salon , 2K on Smooth Day and gave it to my n***a mom
CJ want some more
And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop
I'm incredible, well nigga, outrageous
Turn money like encyclopedia pages
Get freaky throw dyke
Gettin money is a habit
KXNG D.O.P.E. be da man, hoe
Big boss bank roll
Rollin in the Range Rove
Never broke again
I got money in the bank hoe
I been
(Hey)
(Ooo ooo)
Ever since I was a youngin'
I just wanted some money
(Hey)
Now I got me some money
(Hey)
I'm gettin' money
(Ooo ooo)
Ever since I
bring three, I got drugs, I got drinks
Bend it over, Juicy J gon' poke it like wet paint
You say no to ratchet pussy, Juicy J can't
Racks errwhere, they
with ya
That be why you can't trust niggas
Be the ones that came up with ya
He ain't gettin' to the bands
Now he feelin' entitled
You been gettin' money
Shouts out to the whole Taylor Gang
Salute to the big homey Juicy J
Still got that work, Still got that work
Still got it salute to the homey Wiz
gettin money wassup
I got some bad baddies wantin' to cuff
I keep some real niggas back in the cut
She call me daddy cause she know what is up
I been
motherfucker push
I'm affiliated wit more terrorists then g bush BITCH!
Verse 2
(Juicy J)
We got them niggaz gettin wild gettin buck
Havin fits
Hand
I get drunk juicy I get sloppy pissy
I blow good good in every city
Countin' money palms still itchy
I'm trippin', I'm trippin', I'm trippin'
Foreign cars, that's errday
A million off a tour, that's errday
Hundred broads, that errday
Gettin' this money livin' large in every way
(Smokin'
Bodiii, J Bodiii
J Bodiii, J Bodiii, J Bodiii
J Bodiii, J Bodiii, J Bodiii
Yea, I'm a pretty girl
Never been a petty girl
Don't you tell me what to do
Nigga
must've been a chauffeur, she drove me crazy
No key, that space age, my ignition, I done made it
Juicy J, that's trippy ho, Taylor Gang that's trippy ho
a-umm, a Juicy J glass
Go to Instagram at juicyjglass
I got the best glass in the motherfuckin' world, my nigga
So I'm you tellin' you man, entrepreneur
fuckin' with the Most Dope knuckleheads
Gettin' money, fuck the feds, yeah that Stevie Wonder bread
Ain't a rookie, uh, that bitch is famous, Snooki
One
Dior
Degenerate down to my core
Imma rock J's like Juicy
Imma, imma, imma rock J's like Juicy
Money get long Uzi
Money, money, money rack long like Uzi
Straight from Memphis Ten, ain't no hater gon' stop me
Juicy J been paid, got a Phantom in both pockets
I'm high as fuck, can't even see
Lookin' for your
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm
going down, I'm just repping for my town
Off a cup of C-J Gibson, man I'm faded off to Brown
And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See
eyes 'cause I be higher than most
Been on the plane for twenty hours, and wasn't tired
Live by the code, money power
Once I got on, my niggas hired
I been doing this a long time
Still gettin' to the money
Still the plug of all plugs
Still curvin' all you dummies
Still rockin' a mean mug
Not
won't multiply
Fuck niggas won't multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh
Yeah nigga, it's your boy Juicy J
Man, you gotta watch out for
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