Lyrics:
Millions a fantasy, Juvenile's reality
Bitch I write my own checks bitch I pay my own salary
You want business with me
Boss playa ya have to be
I'ma million
Step Corrected
Intro:
Don't hate yourself,
Elevate yourself.
All you fake ass b*tches, snake baby mamma's squeezing coins.
Hood rats, stupid ass
of a juvenile still live a child life
Thinking he can make his pay
Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
Cause you can be touched
[Verse 3 - Immortal
that y'all broke them n*ggas share bandz
Running through b*tches catch me if you can
I'm my own you held out yo hand
Ts ain't no game don't come round
a gorilla (ya understand)
I'll whip ya like the Thrilla Manilla (ya understand)
You gon' make me have to kill me a nigga (ya understand)
I'm a be
I like Money and I like b*tches
I like Money and I like b*tches
I like money and I like b*tches
I like b*tches
I like bitches
If u call my
Had to do it all no help
Feelin like I owe myself
(Sooo) Come to these b*tches got No Trust
(Sooo)Come to these n****s got No F*cks
Peanut butter had
of them girls, they willing and worried
bout whe we enter into the club yeah we be by the bar
we them superstars when we pull into the lot
b*tches sweating
Bounce back bounce back be -bounce back
I'm about bounce back bounce be -bounce back
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
You ever had corns on your fingers from
seem so juvenile
We can't be emotional
Baby I'm serious
You know
I can't afford to be delusional
This all seem so juvenile
We can't be emotional
Baby
Money come in like b*tches they always fold
I ain’t stressing over thoughts been letting them demons go.
Crazy
You Show facades just to hide you true
and Propane
Run it up run it up
Diamonds make you fall in love
Use to treat me like a dub
Now we popping in the club
Groopie B*tches show me love
Use to be
[Juvenile]
That Nig-gidty Nig-gidty Nile's in this b****, get right
F*** what you heard on the streets, it's CMR for life
Still ridin' on dubs, sippin'
Live with us H-B
What what (echo)
[Chorus: x3]
(B.G.) Niggas in trouble cause the Hotboys behind the trigger
(Juvenile) You don't want this out
juvenile
Hey, hey, hey, hey, I'm so juvenile
And I'll be gone by juvenile
Whoo
Whoo
Yeah, we're so juvenile, take it away
Whoo
you can catch me in the kitchen with the sauce
I get to dripping on them
All them other b*tches get to switching on them
And i'm riding in that
Diamonds on my neck, I be shinnin ear to ear
Phased out by my problems In my voice can't you hear
This new B*tch on my hip
If I give her d*ck I might kill
For Then I Adore You
You Troop With Me Then I’ll Spoil Ya That New Crib Came With a Foyer , Them B*tches Ghosted Me , Now I’m On Another Level And They
bounce back b-bounce back
I'm about bounce back bounce b-bounce back
[Juvenile]
You ever had corns on your fingers from squeezing the mack to much
have more fun
Hypest b*tch in here the life of the party
I bring all the energy, get this sh*t started
If you ain't heard bout' me by now then you
to check wit us
We'll make it so you respectin us
Chorus
[Juvenile]
If I was in the dinker, I probably be dead right now
One of these niggas tried to bust
Bradley
I stop f cking wit b tches
Who try to start up families
Take you to Pound Town
No Me and U, Cause you ain't Cassie
You gonnna make me Offset,
You
this world is going psycho
how can I not believe it
that we're in love
you better know by just looking it
that we're in love
you better know
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Don't wan' waste your time
Baby ain't no lie
Could be U N I tonight
Don't be juvenile
Let's not do the signs
Do you wan' be mine tonight?
You could
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