Lyrics:
you want to hide when you trying to fight?
Mark you up and hold you to the light
Why you want to hide when you trying to fight?
Do what you gotta do,
Wake up gotta figure out what's going on
No makeup gotta figure this out on my own
You came and went like the wind (like the wind)
You undressed
wanna brand new bitch
Like Nicki and she gotta be bad
And she gon' fuck for a bag
And she gon' fuck for a bag
I just wanna run up a bag
Gotta get
the phone now)
When we pull up we makin' a show now (hey)
Gotta go get the cash, oh wow
I gotta show out, switchin' lanes, slow down (slow down)
Sippin'
it
All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it
Oh! Pop champagne!
Oh! Pop champagne!
Oh! We pop champagne!
Oh! We pop champagne!
We need more
sleepin' while he out in the open
An' I'ma get him, keep flowin'
We gotta raise our kids while we livin'
Make a million off a record, bail my niggaz outta
About this shit that I'm talking about 'cause it's so real
You gotta watch these niggas around you
'Cause you never know whose who now a days
And all
far,
When you don't know that I'm alive
Is it wrong to be the instigator (is it worng, is it wrong?)
Is it bad to be the move maker
Guess I gotta
want that savage shit, I gotta represent
Y'all want some rider shit well here it is then
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you
so excuse my language
I just gotta keep it stanky you must don't know where I been hangin'
Gotta get all of dis money only thang that I've been
but you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up now?
I do believe it's working. Uh huh, Uh huh.
Gotta keep it goin' through the show;
come on,
mad
I'm ballin', ballin', I'm shot callin'
Gotta brush the gold grills when I wake in the mornin'
You can smell that champagne when a nigga be yawnin'
But he flies high and he flies low
Like an arrow straight and true
He's got to get movin'
He's gotta get movin'
He's got to get movin'
And find
Who I be? Juicy J
One bitch won't do shit, I gotta fuck two a day
Always 'bout gettin' paid
Paper chasin' and I can't let a single dollar get away
Good days, bad days
Tearin' up the freeways
Runnin' in the big race, gotta get on
She's comin' on strong
There's something goin' on
It's the same old
then you really gotta let it go
I'm out on that money, I'm chasin' paper
baby, that is really all I know
Tell me why is you all in yo feelings?
No time
another misconception of reality
So when the 'po drop by he ain't gotta ask me
About the body that somebody caught last week
I ain't finna go downtown in no
gotta go
Gotta get dough, gotta get more
Out of town bitch got a fat booty
My light skinned bitch always actin' bougie
My ex bitch mad I ain't fuckin'
Motorbikin', motorbikin', motorbikin', motorcycling
Movin' on the queens' highway
Lookin' like a streak of lightnin'
If you gotta go, go, gotta go
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to the sober section
Of town where the clowns don't be paying
Girl, you gotta move dem thangz, dem thangz
I wanna see you move dem thangz, dem thangz
In the hood dawg, you know they move dem thangz, dem thangz
me smile,
When I eat up a country mile.
Gotta make tracks,
Gotta raise the dust,
Grease my heels,
Out race the bus,
Don't blink your
get'cha smiling
I can make you feel like you're sitting on an island
I can make it fruity or I can make it strong
All you gotta do is tell me what you
'posed to be out here (ooh)
Get that money up, yeah, don't fuck the money up
Uh, I could get your boobs done, your tummy tucked
But she ain't gotta
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