Lyrics:
Scratch that, now I'm on to somethin'
Fuck that, I ain't letting up
Cats gonna copy this shit
They gonna wanna hold my awards
Poor lil' Juicy J, this
let go
Need me a hoe that roll cigarillos
And smoke cigarettes outside when the wind blow
Wait by the door with a blunt when I get home
And if I'm out
We the Best Music
Y'all ready for what's about to happen?
Get yo' money up
(Another one)
Anthems only
Miami, ATL
DJ Khaled
Hol' up, yeah,
on the blades)
[Juicy J]
I'm always trying to put in work
Niggaz wanna do my dirt
Balling down on Beale Street
Sipping on a pint of syrup
Chopping up
company
You already know, nigga
Collect the money like it's old, nigga
And I'ma blow it like it's rolled, nigga
And I be stuntin' til I'm old, nigga
Rolling weed up and smoke it
Take your bitch home and poke it
Juicy begin so faded
Thank God I got a chauffeur
Only good Cali' bud
Pulling hoes bad
the stocks
And I know niggas that'd bust off your top
I been smoking this weed since like 12 (Smoking since like 12)
Roll a J by myself (Roll a j by my)
Making
off yo top
I been smoking this weed since like 12 (Smokin since like 12)
Roll a j by myself (Roll a j by my)
Making money, making wealth
Niggas watching
[Juicy J:]
Yeah, we high as a junt up in this motherfucker
I'm drinkin' some fruit punch; thats belvedere vodka and cranberry juice
through so much money, so, s-so much money,
Thumbin' through so much money that I need three hands to count it
Say Juicy J must know magic, all these
the lap with the 2
No Cali J, I still ran all blow
All in the trim, straight lookin like you
Free tattoo
I'm in the gangsta shit
Gangsta clothes
Bedroom, candle, Juicy Couture
Marijuana, clothes on the floor
Welcome to the dope dreams
Welcome to the dope dreams
Welcome to the dope dreams
gotta show titties
I ain't tripping nigga, this your city
(Like, Like, Like)
What the fuck we gon' do today?
You Stevie J, I'm Juicy J
We turnt up,
friends
Juicy J three hoes in a white on white Benz
I stay sipping codeine
Blue dream I'm rolling up
Looking for a bitch with bank statements like Oprah
got money to do it
Take your bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy
Old school pimpin' she ain't fuckin' with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a fan
the
store Kalicofalilo? check yo collar
[Chorus 2X]
[Gangsta Boo]
A nova gettin money lendin niggas pimp by the Boo
They want me to smile but steady I frown
at the Grammys, Tom Ford to my feet (ah-ha)
Boss on the avi, Rihanna screensaver
Whenever you see fat boy, I know it mean paper (we trippy, mane, uh)
Juicy J
super built
Snatch yo bitches ass if she went in my stash
Make money, get fucked up, treat women like trash
[Juicy J]
All all these hoes be sayin we
my gunz till my clips retire
America pray 'cause I don't want to expire
I'ma soldier
[Juicy J:]
I'ma U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
Playin
on my sound
FN came with 100 rounds
Good gas, we gon' smoke it by the pound
Got this water on my neck, I might drown
J G Wentworth, need my money
No Cali J, I still ran all blow
All in the trim, straight lookin like you
Free tattoo
I'm in the gangsta shit
Gangsta clothes and gangsta crib
Need
You know Juicy J done came in this bitch, you know
I got to show off for him, you know
Send the load
I got the Breadwinner status, Breadwinner
the way
Cause an eternal change
Chemical balance, mix acid with dank
OG only blow potent on the stage
Money in the bank but my soul’s in the safe
Make
nigga?
Talk about how many hos, clothes and bank rolls we got
Who we got in here?
Juicy J, Lil Wyte, Frayser Boy, Crunchy Black
Lord Infamous and me,
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