Lyrics:
ain't had nothing to eat but some edibles
Drink a lot of gin, in love with a stripper
Juicy J one crazy high ass nigga
Throwin' money in the club
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
head, all you got 'em scared
All by myself, Koop shout in my bed
Sell a bitch that swole, we cook this in stoves
Paul pass me a swisher and blow out
qu'on blow up à temps, yeah
Si t'es goofy on t'désiste, moi
Moi, j'fais ma money, j'attends (yeah)
Smoke la Zaza, j'suis dans le ciel
J'perds mes
Donc l'underground, c't un mode de vie
Où est ce que tu crois que j'prends mon stock de weed?
Cette nuit, qui est-ce qui te dit que ta dame est en robe
the full moon
Mendez on ma right dats the Gvng move
Blow ma mind
Blow ma nose
Blow ma eyes too
Roll ma weed
Roll ma she
Roll ma he too
Slipping Lin
(getting mine)
It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead
It's plenty of room to get paid for those that ain't scared
I got the hard
head
weed in they purse
still crunk
baby seats all across the back wit close in the trunk
(Juicy J)
i been known to hold my own
i been known
H-Town in this bitch
What up? What up?
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city
What up? What up?
What up? What up?
Money by the ton
Bricks
big dreams
Got enough lies need to read between
Don't trust niggas, alone I seem
With my own problems, no, I never dodge 'em
Didn't have the money
damn trippy, in my mind I go blank
The top 10 get high rappers #1 is my rank
You say no to drugs, Juicy J can't
Today I'm drinkin' white, tomorrow brown
at the end of the inscent)
Burn slow, burn slow (Niggas ain't got kids)
Burn slow, burn slow, burn slow
Nobody open the door
Homie I blow by the "O"
Burning
high, sittin' 22 inches fly
Who the shit
[chorus]
[Juicy J]
Smokin' on some taylor shit, lookin for a thirsty bitch
Ridin' on 26's, my pockets never
cause J.B., stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep making it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
You looking at a man
fame would only flood my brain
So when you washed up is when you focus on these lames
Money, motive and music my main objective is this
I'm pushing
got that juicy flow yea
I got that juice
I got that bag
I got that ratchet flow yea
Look whose
(popn)
Look whose
(popn)
Look whose
(popn)
Look whose
to cry
Sounds by Jovan still alive
Carry on my voice on beats
Money around
Spending money drinks and weed
Whorse around
Carry on my voice on beats
Money
bills lo somolomo dashewo
Smoke weed, pop pills do it overdose
Owu blow, trouble blows but Jehovah knows
Oju tiri komoboy to lo shagbo
24/7 Street mon
on the weed and the seeds
I'm from the college
I drop for the deal
I'm from the street on my way to the hills
No love is needed for the money I paid
Go off
on the weed and the seeds
I'm from the college
I drop for the deal
I'm from the street on my way to the hills
No love is needed for the money I paid
Go off
Blow all that money on me
Fuck up some commas in this club now yeah
That’s what I like to see
Something bout the money flying in the air around me
Gets
I'll make it juicy for you, shit
Marley, I be you
Shout out Too $hort
I'm goin' in
The Aphilliates, nigga
Holla at your boy
I got a bitch
, molly, we saucy oh oh oh oh oh
Yeah yeah
Woah, welcome to the trail
I told y'all before i'm from the city never
Been without drug money stevie J
She
X and E's, out for cream, get the money
While you stay broker than Al Bundy
Uhh, give it to yall, in Any Given Sunday
With J. Fox namin tha spot, make
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