Lyrics:
dollar
[Juicy J]
Back when I was broke
didnt nobody wanna fuck wit me
hangin wit my nigga D.
Magic in this property
snipers gaurdin niggas
wit them
Tony Montana
Maison Margiela boot right up in Manor
Wiz Khalifa da reefer, smoke by the pound
Drunk on Juicy J like I'm on the brown
Touching that
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
an eighth
Bitch I be high, off of the J
Flew on the road and we back in the state
She on my line but I only want face
Want a relationship I'm not your main
mean?
Taylor Allderdice, it's just gettin' started
Onifc is next
The Gang album, Chevy Woods' Gangland
Juicy J got like four mixtapes that he's
Just
Haha, you dumbass
Yeah, Juicy J AKA Da Juice up in this bitch and I'm out
Yeah, this Lil' Fly up in this motherfucker
Straight from funky town, ho
at the China store
I just couldn't wait tryin' to rap to get my final break
Juicy J AKA The Juice, I want it on my tape
Sell and make money, so the niggas in
countin' all this money I can’t live without it
OG told me I was special I apply the pressure and he never doubted
Never been a fan of pictures man I hate
Yeah, do some push-ups, breathe some air
Top J, baby, Big Mac out
Yes, sir
This took me like a month, by the way
I love you guys, bye-bye
Breathe air, do
me in the hood
Posted by the store
pistol in my lap on the phone countin dough
If ya girl choose
let her do her thang
just like her mama nice ass nice
ballin just for the freaks
Catch me in the hood
Posted by the store
pistol in my lap on the phone countin dough
If ya girl choose
let her do her thang
just
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
pipe her and she pay fo' yo Lac
Fool, you make a lot of money but cha' talk too much
Countin' chickens that ain't there'll get cha' caught in a fuss
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
(Juicy J)
For all the dirt
That I did to my wife
Forgive me lord
Each and every night
Croked cops
Pull a gun don't fight
Blow you away, leave you out
never be rich
Rather trade a hoe for mackers dis predemption
<>
Juicy J
its on! Why you shakin whatcha want to do
I gotta 357 brand
is part of my show
Let em know who they fuckn wit yo: a rhyme wrangler
Tri-angular, push off the hillside strangler
Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off
This a Nitti beat
Here we go again
Bad Boy South
Ghettoville, USA
Block Entertainment
You know I go by the name Nitti, right?
I gotta introduce
piledriver like I said aaaaa
[Juicy J]
It started out in 201 lock down
me and paul in a holding cell
waitin to use the fuckin phone
waitin to get a fuckin
grace
I'll split my funds I read yo face
I'm on my way
Tell them hoes
I'm on my way
Promotin shows
I'm on my way
Countin Dough
I'm on my way
Lookin nice
characters
$100,000 cars now how you gon laugh at us
(Repeat chorus 2x)
(Juicy J)
First I want to grab a nigga by his neck,
Drag him to my fuckin set,
Take
Stomp motherfucker stomp
Motherfucker stomp
{juicy j}
Hurt nigga
I'm coming out the fucking closet
Stay the fuck up off my dick
I feel the bucking
she had a apple bottom skinny waist
shake them bunz all in my face
5-6 super freak
tell at the homies that she got
bunz, bunz bunz (said she got)
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