Lyrics:
you got my back
When I do my thang, help me get on my feet
[S.J.:] Ohh if, only you knew
[Twista:] If only you knew
[S.J.:] How much I do
[Twista:] How
We never thought that we would see the day
Stop by Holmes court with juicy fruit and lemonade
That's all my granny want
Even though she know I'm
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money
feat. DJ Paul, Lil Chat, Juicy J
* from the forthcoming "Mista Don't Play"
(chorus)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy
& the Cocaine
Number 1 rule in the trap game
(I Gotta Get Me Some Money)
(I Gotta Get Me Some Money)
( See i trap and i trap and i trap somemoe
Let the J hit
bunz, bunz bunz (sh-she got)
bunz, bunz bunz (said she got...)
I like big bunz and I can not lie (lie)
so if you got some and I see you walk by (by)
I'm
finna send
My money from out of state
And so i'm finna have them on my feet
Show them how I just get me
Everything that a nigga spit is
A classic like
spirit level up
J'suis dans lumière des Kodak j'me développe
Mon son y'est 4 life tu peu pas never mind
Depuis le boombox ou depuis le cellulaire
Dimants y
now
Work for the money, money, put it down now
26's got me big, big wheelin'
Money over ****, I'ma get me a million
Thangs done changed, I'm
creek quick step on me all creepin' like a juicy...
Your blood is payable price in the trademarks
Everybody on point only u stayed by the 'Play Darts'...
Day falls some nights try break me
It's harder to get a rest when you think you're lazy, but
Stayin' on my feet like Js, yeah
I keep it on my feet
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
am
If dey dash me some? Maybe then?
I can learn am (Yor!)
Money on the table
I be, scheming like a stable
Make they pile up like a label
How they,
priceless nigga
You understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us
Either you in the huddle or ya out da huddle
Either you ride or pass and fly by
shots
Sayin' that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these North Memphis soldiers keep a plastic Glock
Stand in front of your
shots
Sayin' that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these North Memphis soldiers keep a plastic Glock
Stand in front of your
bar so dope that's juicy J on the track yeah
Bitches so fine they serving me slurpy right in the middle of camp yeah
Watch 'em get the mulla, said
Ohh na na
Ohh na na
Baby i wont judge
Mi Thirsty as a camel girl that ting na looking juicy
Put some in my hand me like to feast up on ya gushy
Ohh na
get me my pay
What you talkin bout?, nigga roll up my j
Im an outlaw, stop judging my case
Off this world yeah i need me some space
Big black booty
the freaky bitch to lay me down and chill
If a nigga see you in a hallway they all say
Put the hoe out the house out the way
Juicy J is the type a nigga that
that money pis tes big guns
J'vis la vie de bohème dans un wigwam
Just tryna get that motherfucking shit done
So I know I'm ready when the time comes
Get that dough, you get money mo' problems
You play like you my patna, but we know you a opp (Yeah)
You know I love it when you call me Big Poppa
(Baby
Go and get me some
Break em off with my pump
I gots to come through and I gots to get dumb
Boys steady swervin
Pickin em up at Sterling
Gots
me like she’s a tutor..
Got the pig tails and the plaid skirt looking like a catholic schoolgirl..
It was all a dream I ain’t get no juicy, no club,
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