Lyrics:
talkin bout yo mf team
You a bengal tiger, dyin breed, no polo g
Die a legend on my family tree, leave the legacy
They name it after me like juicy j
how much money can one player make?
And how much ass can one nigga break?
You're just some gigolo (you know)
To the heart, you're just gigolo (you
lookin' juicy
She say she never ate a dick before but she gon' do me (oh no)
But before she do me (mh-hm), I blaze up a doobie
Then turn on some Snoopy
""hell yea"" (hell yea)
If you believe in having sex say ""hell fuck yea"" (yes sir)
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Shawty throw me that ass, hold up let me see it
know me, the homies
Raised by some crazed-ass well paid OG's
(Ah shit) pulled up in a Benzy, snatch
The wheel as I peel off catch
A cocktail, block
on a fuckin blunts
till my minds about to blow
motherfuck the universe
because we brought you da end, hoe
[Juicy J]
first I want to grab a nigga by his
Find us groovy
Getting to the money
Allday
Bad bitches in the sue v
Sippin juicy
Aww wait
Rollin up
Gettin loosely
Y'all it's a party
Y'all it's
Ratched
By: Luvinnia Flowers
Yeah say hat they do for dat money
She prolly wanna eat a lil pussy
She prolly wanna suck a lil dick
What they do
She ain't gon' let you bust (Blam!)
Give me some while I hit the blunt
I'm in ya spirit, let me lift it up
If daddy come, get my shit and run
He
through so much money, so, s-so much money,
Thumbin' through so much money that I need three hands to count it
Say Juicy J must know magic, all these
Separate
Shuffle my deck
Renovate, Regulate
Deal me in, High Stakes
Get some rundown, get some run (Run)
Baby come on (Come on, come on)
Get some rundown,
almost lost it
Deep in the dark like lil uzi mosh pit
We can smoke no more juicy j
Beat a nigga ass
Super smash melee
I'm bout slam on this bitch
Chris
Song: Adding Up
Artist: Get Money Committee
Ah ha
Trap house bunkin
Trap house bunkin
J's in
J's in
Thirty6
Thirty6
Adding up
Ah ha
Ah ha
Four inches on the pipe
Money is the motto and you better get it right
If you playing with a pimp get a piece of this pie
One thing bout me I keep it
You're looking kinda juicy
Diamonds on my time piece
Ladies wanna feel me
Ride out in a blacked out Bentley
Pull up to her crib and she be screaming
you need to get some bands, yeah
All you fronting about the cash in your hands, yeah
Monopoly money you got, boy you got me on a rant, yeah
Boy, shut
autour du feu ninja
The only way to beat them is to feed them with their own medicine
So yo go get some knowledge cuz it's time for us to begin
They
I gotta pour up
Stare and look at chu face
They don't kno what to do bout it
Her booty juicy I'm loving the way
That she shake it
Can barley fit by
Two shots, whispering in your ear
I got one shot, one shot to love you all night long
Yessir, Juicy J
Bartender 'nother round on me
Two or three
All I wanted was some Polo
You know living Yolo
I was grinding for days
For some Polo and J's
I was out there trying to get it
I just wanted Polo
Get that cheese by myself
Cuz these niggas'll rat on me
Fifteen hunnid but im finna wear some three
Kodak paint a picture for you
I will write
uzi
When I watch the movie
Never drink the juicy juicy
Brand new packet of Rizal gimme that dank
Let me roll that doobie
Becky, Becky says she got some
in jail, just tryna prove it
You see me out here tryna live my life bruh
You know some shit, don't doubt it
Ain't no fighting
I been up in the street,
niggas complacent
From Wauk-Town to that basement
To the top floor that's so spacious
At the Westin, just restin'
Me, J.R., and Wiz go back like
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