Lyrics:
pay them bills
Know that pussy
Wake up kick her out my hotel
You gotta get home, you can't stay
Juicy J cut her like OJ
She thought it was love, no way
bombing?
Bitch ya killin me, besta be eatin some porridge, you got some courage
Punk motherfucker don't make me go get that there uzi up under the storage
Mann! 50! JR! B-day boy!
Man I feel like money! (man I feel like money!)
They're attracted to me! (oh, yeah?)
They come around like honey! (they
bombing?
Bitch ya killin me, besta be eatin some porridge, you got some courage
Punk motherfucker don't make me go get that there uzi up under the storage
que la ville soudain s'éclaire
De millions de lumières
Il me plaît, me plaît à me promener
En souriant aux filles
Dans les rues qui fourmillent
J
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
talkin' that's some sucker shit
So the shooters know just who to come to get
They got me back on that gutter shit
That sellin' that pack to your mother
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
of chronic
Dj p with no weed and know what
This shit is so fucking ironic
{juicy j}
I got them blood shot red eyes
Look into my eyes
Did you see a big
countin' my dough, I came to blow it all
And get some brains tryna find Mrs. Know-It-All
And I got my cup filled, juicy how them bucks peel
Young pimp,
on some herb
One hand on the steerin' wheel the other up her mini skirt
Tryna get some pussy while I'm pushin' my wherree
Funny thing about it is that
time
We chilling catch a vibe, we rolling side by side
That body lookin juicy, something like my type
Yeah I'm tryna work it, get some money in my
looking for some more cock
[Hi-C]
Shabity wee-rock sweet cock, juicy boo
Like Crips and Piru, shit, we gone do
I fell into the club and hit the dance flo
jump your pretty ass in my car in my car girl
[Juicy J:]
I'm smokin on some Taylor shit
Lookin for a festive bitch
Ridin on twenty sixes my pockets
I'm winning with a grin in the wyn
Eating out some women I guess I'm a foodie
In the morning get a tan
Pool is open, took a dab
Feel the sun, I'm feelin
40 thou’ to a hundred thou'
Hundred thou, another hundred thou'
300 thou' to 500 thousand
A million, let’s have a money shower
Let's fuck up some
gonna get some food (shoobe, doowa)
Your brother got to be your enemy, well
Ambush in the night
All guns aiming at me
Ambush in the night
They
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
but no transfer
Come on-come on-Come on take this shot 'Migos, go and get the lime
I Got some Juicy Fruit, come take a shot of mine
I said up to it,
behind
I'm gonna get her some
Soon as she makes me cum
Off her nut, off her butt
Project Pat don't give a fuck
Fuckin' with the neighborhood, North Memphis
tired of running
Gonna lay down on the floor
I gotta rest some time
So I can get to run some more
Yeah
She's comin'
She's comin'
She's comin'
man Polo promotion
And I can't wait to go out and hear some
[Chorus]
Jumping music, swift d.j.'s
Smoke machines and laser rays
Look out weekend
Khalifa
Still got that work, Still got that work
Still got it
All this money a nigga made ain't change me
No I'm always gon' be the same
Some of my niggas
Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise
Aw shit, yeah
Y'all ready to get this shit started or what?
Aight, well, I brought some friends with me too
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