Lyrics:
I drank mud by the case
And I bump with the bass
And my J's ain't laced
No no
I keep birds at my place
I ain't never gone chase
Just Gs
at the bank
Had to tell a couple homies it ain't really what you think
Doing bad shit
Never said I was a saint
She got a big dump truck something like a tank
motherfuckers actin ghetto
Talk a lot of shit
I knock em out Just like canelo
I got big dinero ball like Melo
Call me that motherfuckin' big bank fellow
Ayy
Gold
the stocks
And I know niggas that'd bust off your top
I been smoking this weed since like 12 (Smoking since like 12)
Roll a J by myself (Roll a j by my)
Making
so bad for somebody to come up over the 6
You better hurry up boy I'm 20 years in this shit, BITCH
[Juicy J]
Juicy J yes I'm that nigga
Smokin'
hood doin yeah
Those are the rules in this mafia race
Tear da club up thugs mash down on a g-string...
Verse 3
[juicy j]
When we drop
Always keep it
Home Cafe
Now my daddy was a music lovin' man
He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol' hands
He'd lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still play
on and J's with a lot of bucks
And you ain't gotta know me
You could tell my dollars' up
Poppin' collars in the club, turnin' bottles up
And all the models
HOOK
In the whip cross over with a lane switch
In the whip swerving stupid with a brain glitch
Shout out to to Mary J, babe with the real bud
Shout
star here
Yeah, yeah
She doing her duty, juicy lips like Trudy
Kissing them by the pair
Big booty she toot it, I call her ass Judy
She grab all
men we dream and fantasize
Of both sandy brown hair and light brown eyes
A golden-brown tan, big juicy thighs
Jeans so tight, you seem so bright
In the whip cross over with a lane switch
In the whip swerving stupid with a brain glitch
Shout out to to Mary J, babe with the real bud
Shout out
a difference in my come up, we are not the same thing
Like Juicy J said man it's time for a change
Breaking her back like i stepped on a crack
This ain't
Juicy J
I got this pimpin' straight from
Memphis, I say tell my niggas switch it, go New York to Memphis
Blowin' niggas out
Won by double digits, hatin'
forever in my D-Boy ways
So dope, blue jeans, new J's
Sold dope by any means all day
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's
gotta young bad 'ting and she boujee
I keep her thighs soaking wet no jacuzzi
I keep her 'bussin back to back like a 'uzzi
Big bank roll
That's what she
characters
$100,000 cars now how you gon laugh at us
(Repeat chorus 2x)
(Juicy J)
First I want to grab a nigga by his neck,
Drag him to my fuckin set,
Take
It's a lot of juicy pieces that I'm tryna reconnect with
Before this piece, I had to reconnect with what I'm baking
Then reconnect with KITZ
I know
Woke up this morning
On flee
Bank account
Deep
Diamonds dance like sea
Roll over to double dees
Go call some of my friends
Tell em bring all the weed
cool j]
When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up)
The symbol on my arm is off
this chick
Bitch was beautiful
Para trooping (pair of drooping) boobies
Air ballooning booty
Needs some spooning like a Super Bowl.
I’ll be Raj J, you be
K.I.M.
J.M. come on
B.I.G. come on forever come on
(Just dance) Come on
(Just dance) Come on
(Just dance) I see you come on yeah
Come on
Times"
feelin like J.J., I'm standin in the food bank line
My momma was ridin on the bus tryna get to work
Early in the morn', it's cold and her knees hurt
Okay, god damn
Need racks out the bank shit
Light me a O-Wrap back on my blank shit
Finna big up the rank bitch
I need a flatbed truck that can lane
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