Lyrics:
it's your boy, Juicy J, yeah
Pullin' up and rollin' up
Smoke out in exotic trucks
Model chicks that like to suck
With lots of spit like Daffy Duck
Running up the money addicted to getting commas
She won't get the dick unless the brain like a scholar
Youngin too sick need a doctor
Had to come up by
on a fuckin blunts
till my minds about to blow
motherfuck the universe
because we brought you da end, hoe
[Juicy J]
first I want to grab a nigga by his
really want it
Wake up early, getting to the money
Fixing breakfast for my son, smoke a J to keep me calm
'Cause the world is crazy, niggas trippin'
enormonous prices
I ain’t gonna tell you what I
Spent but my blood might
Get money, get pussy, smoking weed forever
Rub that money in my palms
Cause it
she can’t fit in
Roll a juicy j, she be dancin till mornin
Bands all on her face, she the head of her money
O por O por
Stacking to the ceiling
Smoke Weed
Make Money
Blow Tree
And you know that's what I live by
If you know me
I get hella bread then I stack it up,
That's why these niggas
money then we in the middle
They run a mouth don’t put me in the middle
All of these hoes look at me in the middle
Sweet aromatic with weed in the middle
fois il est con: suce ma
Bite et mange tes céréales
Avec Demi-Portion c'est tutti frutti no limit
Plutôt pension complète et juicy
Pussy money weed
Les
Island nigga fuckin with them G niggaz
we gettin money everyday of the week nigga
it's fast money nigga-Cash Money made me
we blow that purple everyday in
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
don't need no shot
She's giving me top
It's gettin too hot
My lifes tieing up it just moves like a knot
If we're growing dis weed then we're finding
pussy juicy
I never gave a fuck about a hater, got money on my radar
Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with an elevator
You niggas ain't
Yellow top missing
Yeah, yeah
That shit look like a toupée
I get what you get in ten years, in two days
Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J
If you get
803 sh*t
803 sh*t
Yea
Rell
You Listening?
Put on a mask for the money bag
She bust her ass for the money bag
We back-to-back for the money bag
I
the
message of one love)
[Verse 1: J.Flexx]
My heroes catchin 3 or 4 through they corridor
They blast on em, hit the gas on em, last call
A bullet make
now)
Blow it down hooker bounce, come off the ropes like J. Snuka
(Two fly motherfuckers) You can't fuck with it
Backed by Open Bar, so y'all forget
the best weed
'Cause I got it goin on
I got hatas on my j-iz-ock, plus the frickin c-iz-ops
All of whom want to hit me with sh-iz-ots til I dr-iz-op
Man I told the weed man that I got weed man
And totally got a stoner chick thuggin blowin caps
And then I told the weed man that I got weed man
Whole lot of money on my mental
Trying to bubble
Like coke with some mentos
You could smell good smoke
With the wind blow
And I need a big loaf
em bring a few friends
Smoking on the top, ashing on you fuck niggas
Eye's low, pop a Xan, I'm drunk nigga
Pounds laying around my crib Juicy
J ain't
your checks
We can jump in the coup
Take a ride by Snoop
He got a lot of weed, you can f- like soup
You can smoke, you can drink
Till your lips turn
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
poor
I was holding onto hope by a thin cord
I be murdering these beats with a dull sword
See
Everything I do B
I could make it juicy
Paint you like
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