Lyrics:
bitches for me
It's them dark skin Hershey Kisses bitches for me
Juicy J, I specialize in ratchets
Soon as I see what I want, nigga, I gotta have it
I
pimpin'
Tearin' up them clubs with that syrup syrup sippin'
Club full of drugs on the curb just kickin'
Juicy J a jiggalo with 85 women
Ridin' in
Chains so cold, they got the flu and it's Avian
Fly 'til I die, DJ Paul, Juicy J and them
Chase excellence and the money just came with it
Know that
tryna slow down, tryna lay back
You know that money got me geeked, I'm tryna shape back
Pokin' one up that lil Jaguar and lil J Black
I'm 'bout
nigga, that's what the bank say
(Uh)
Been gettin' money since the eighth grade
(Woo) can't name a bitch that I ain't slayed
Sendin' niggas money on JPay,
If these niggas be outside trust they gettin' hit
Keep it 100 with u pop your ass for 50 cent
I'm tryna shake up on da game remember 50 cent
All
Hey
How you want money bad?
When everyday you complain
Sit on yo ass
Hey
Jumpman and Jumpin jacks
Been gettin in shape
Fly chasing this bag
Hey
Gotta
money I ain't gotta talk shit
All these shooters on my team mane
You'd only think we be playing offense
Playing with the paper now you in dank
Juicy J
rats gotta say
In the hood about to blaze up
All the neighbors hatin shouldn't doubt the great one
I've been doin this since day one. This my million
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
the fuck goin' on
I can't be trickin' off no bitch, I need my money to grow
Now, look, we ain't been gettin' along
But she won't talk on the phone
You said
Juicy J in this bitch (uh)
BIA, what's up, mane?
Ayy, ayy
Don't tell, pop that pop that p- for some money, honey
(Ayy, I'm really Rich)
If you
I got my mind on my money, and I'm not goin' away
So keep on gettin' your paper
For real yeah ain't never had to tell me get this bread
Holiday
that strap, nigga takin?
All these? ass niggas eatin, so we takin?
You gettin money, so we take yo money
Don't be lookin funny, gon spill ya onioin
Start
I'm not Bill Cosby, so I never need a roofie
Put it in his face when it's gettin' super juicy
I'm waiting for ya, till ya get off work
See you hustling,
I can never lose
Chess or checkers make a move
Drippin' in them jewels like I
Just got out the pool
Skinny nigga sittin' on that
Money like the jews
shit only show them real niggas you don’t really want it
So keep calm and get money
[Verse 1:Juicy J]
30 block, 30 rounds, AK 100+
Better know it’s
Oh yeah we bout that hustlin' oh yeah we bout that grindin'
Bitch we out cheer gettin it oh yeah we out cheer shining
All a nigga know is get money
there's a bunch of you mutha fucka's
DJ Paul and Juicy J wannabe ass niggas
T-Rock rock that shit fo these [unverified]
My house of representatives, be
cause I'm getting to the money
Ian never been scared
Can't take shit from me (Dummy)
Big juicy booty
An he lovin' me like Trudy
I do my dance
He do
say
Fuck a KD, I smoke that in a day, bet not step on my J's
Money attached, come in three different ways
That's my bro, but he still ain't gon' know
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but
gettin stronger
I'm keepin my toungue for you playa hatas
beatin bitches to the flow makin shit get regulated
[Chorus]
I've been wastin all my time foolin
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