Lyrics:
let's go get these chips
(Hustlin', hustlin')
All the money coming in so fast you can't resist
(Hustlin', hustlin')
Cause there ain't no such thing
and slump
If you got what I want won't you give me some
[Juicy "J"]
How high can you get on that ?frendly fruit??(?frendly fruit?)
How high can you get
to the sky
And uh i remember chilli dogs
To get us by
Get up bitch, get up yeah
The money calling
Get up bitch, get up yeah
Them niggas ballin
Get up
He made the post at 8:30
We slid by 9
First bullet the leader, cause once it leave you the rest, gone follow behind
Soon as she let me fuck, I’m
steak is eighty ouncin'
See that ass on the street
Girl you know, I be pouncin'
You know how I do
And you know who I be
But let's get one thing straight
Put it in lay big pan for me n my pekin den
U na find no spoon, bah i say let eat wit hand
Lay rice hot, bor i get freezer, wen i put lay in my mouth
and am fine
A meal full of calories full of energy
I never get sick of it, it's a remedy
I neva judged a book by its cover
I read and went deep discovered
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
moments, and I live for a livin'
But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
Cause now I run my city on some town
later
You gotta let these haters
Jam on it, jam on it
I tell ‘em, tell ‘em jam on it!
Jam on it, jam on it j-j-j jam on it!
Mr 305, to Mr worldwide
shit else to offer, Baraka
I'm only 5"5" so I love when they call me Lil' Poppa
I can't get a post, the copper so close
Less evil down here by tha dock
On enfume la putain d'pièce , ta salope est en bad
J'wake up dans un Drive by
Bye Bye , shoot high , no lie baby gonna fly
Let's go
Yeah
J'wake up dans un
around me
C.R.E.A.M get the money in the back and relax with all the honeys
DJ bring it back, let it go
Mix it in with Black Rob, make 'em say whoa!
partner high five
Oh, you talking high times
JJ walker good times
She's a cutie to the little booty
And she look mine
Oh, that's Reese
Yeah
So you probably
get high, high, high, Lets get high, high, high
I heard they looking for me
Shit well they know where they can find me
VIP surrounded by model broads
what the fuck is y'all on
Juicy got the streets talking 'cause a nigga still on
Still riding clean, still getting high, still blown
What the fuck is
name(HERB)
I couldn't maintain, had to go against the grain
I spent nights in the dark that made karma work
What a time to be alive lets get real high
Because
the road
I ain't you hoe
Lil P don't mess with me when I get good and crunk
or you gonna find yourself locked in the fuckin trunk
{Juicy J
You puffin up too high
Bring it down a notch
Level out with body
In the same spot
Take your eyes off the accolades
Let's get it back
Like we used
stay fly, 'til I die
I gotta stay fly, 'til I die
Puff, puff, pass nigga roll that blunt
Let's get high nigga smoke us one
Car pull out the phantom
stay fly, 'til I die
I gotta stay fly, 'til I die
Puff, puff, pass nigga roll that blunt
Let's get high nigga smoke us one
Car pull out the phantom
and put your J's up (And smoke)
Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high)
Na-na-na-na-na-nananana
I blaze up soon as I raise up from out of my sleep
I got me
you get into
Somehow you clean 'em but your mental booking the same venue
The cerebellum stadium, arena close to shutting down
The stakes high, yo color
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
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