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Gimme Gimme lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Slim Jxmmi)

[Juicy J:]

Gimme gimme, gimme gimme

Gimme gimme

S65 coupe, gimme

Walking through Rodeo, gimme gimme

Balling through Soho, gimme gimme

Gimme gimme, gimme gimme

I don't care what I blew, gimme gimme

Need something new

Gimme gimme, gimme

Fuck it, cop a few, gimme gimme, gimme

Gimme gimme, gimme gimme

Gimme gimme

You know this Lamborghini faster than your hemi

I'm just a Memphis nigga balling like I'm Penny

Fuck a bitch for bout 2 hours off the Henny

Rich nigga credit card got no limits

I just bought a condo, cost 2 mil to be a tenant

Bitch I'm dripping so much sauce your bitch might take up swimming

I be smoking back to back to back, I'm still not finished

Gold around my neck, I won the real nigga Olympics

When I wear all my shit they be like Juicy that's too many

Your bitch get pennies and plenty Remys

Now that bitch running like a track meet after the Bentley

She like

Gimme gimme, gimme gimme

Gimme gimme

S65 coupe, gimme

Walking through Rodeo, gimme gimme

Balling through Soho, gimme gimme

Gimme gimme, gimme gimme

I don't care what I blew, gimme gimme

Need something new

Gimme gimme, gimme

Fuck it, cop a few, gimme gimme, gimme

Gimme gimme, gimme gimme

[Slim Jxmmi:]

Bitch get it right, my name Jxmmi

Ball hard, bitch you know I just bought Physx

Failed class so I never went to physics

Gimme gimme

Real Gucci, no gimmick

Niggas don't get it, they be balling, they got limits

I'ma leave 'em broke, you know I'ma leave 'em broke

Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain't in here telling jokes

Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain't in here telling jokes

Give me space, give me space, give me space

I on Rodeo drive, I'm bout to blow like 30k

My pockets full of hundreds, I got money in the bank

Bitch I'm all in AOD, they getting naked while I drink

[Juicy J:]

Gimme gimme, gimme gimme

Gimme gimme

S65 coupe, gimme

Walking through Rodeo, gimme gimme

Balling through Soho, gimme gimme

Gimme gimme, gimme gimme

I don't care what I blew, gimme gimme

Need something new

Gimme gimme, gimme

Fuck it, cop a few, gimme gimme, gimme

Gimme gimme, gimme gimme

[Slim Jxmmi:]

Mike Will fuck wit' me

Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain't in here telling jokes

Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain't in here telling jokes

Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain't in here telling jokes

Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain't in here telling jokes

Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain't in here telling jokes

Bitch we in the club with bands

Bitch we in the club with bands

Bitch we in the club with bands

Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain't in here telling jokes

Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain't in here telling jokes

Hella Fuckin' Trauma lyrics - Juicy J

What Juicy say? Yeah (Shut the fuck up)

Enough is enough, man

When they gon' stop killin' niggas man? Enough is enough

Why they lock up all the real ones man? Enough is enough

Labels wanna own my masters, enough is enough

I can't hit you on your Cashapp, enough is enough

You gon' be a hater all your life, enough is enough

Got me ready to ride 'round with that pipe, enough is enough

Man, that shit ain't right, I know my rights, enough is enough

I can't sit back, let 'em take my life, enough is enough

All this racist shit gon' fuck around and make me send it up

They keep killin' all these niggas, man, a ride ain't enough

I just drank a Corona, is it a virus or what?

They been lynchin' shit for hundred years, we still endin' up

Crisis actors right before my eyes, I know they tellin' lies

Marshall Law, fuck you thought, that's the police is disguise

I don't need no reparations, bitch, just gimme back what's mine

You know I keep the peace, but the peace is a nine

Freedom of speech, I got rich off of beats

I can get you impeached, you ain't outta my reach

If you listen, I teach, but these niggas is sleep

I been blowin' this money so fast

They gon' fuck around, have to free Meech, ayy

When they gon' stop killin' niggas man? Enough is enough

Why they lock up all the real ones man? Enough is enough

Labels wanna own my masters, enough is enough

I can't hit you on your Cashapp, enough is enough

You gon' be a hater all your life, enough is enough

Got me ready to ride 'round with that pipe, enough is enough

Man, that shit ain't right, I know my rights, enough is enough

I can't sit back, let 'em take my life, enough is enough

You niggas goin' too far

I got the tool in the car

I got respect for the boys

But I ain't scared of the cops

Ain't no tellin', I'm keepin' that car

Revolution, I'm feelin' like Pac

It's my time, I'm watchin' the clock

No Hell, you ready or not?

Fuck the biz, enough is enough

Nothin' from nothin' leave nothin'

I gotta live for my brothers

But we gotta stop killin' each other

When they gon' stop killin' niggas man? Enough is enough

Why they lock up all the real ones man? Enough is enough

Labels wanna own my masters, enough is enough

I can't hit you on your Cashapp, enough is enough

You gon' be a hater all your life, enough is enough

Got me ready to ride 'round with that pipe, enough is enough

Man, that shit ain't right, I know my rights, enough is enough

I can't sit back, let 'em take my life, enough is enough

Hit It From Da Back (Remix) lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Wale & Diamond)

Shawty I ain't trying to be to,.. the absence is yours

I just heard stories about that glorious inventory wondered to see what you have in store

I could be a freak if I need to be, I'm saying I could please your needs

So them appointments with them toys and things they need to cease cause they can't even compete with me

If I ain't precise and you ain't suffice and I make time if I got to

But before you get more outta I need to get inside you

Wake up in my room, sat upon my mat

Woman gotta talk, I can hit it from the back

I can hit it from the back, hit it from the back, hit it from the back,

I can hit it from the back

Wake up in my room, sat upon my mat

Woman gotta talk, I can hit it from the back

I can hit it from the back, hit it from the back, hit it from the back,

I can hit it from the back

Hey, what to do love? Wassup, babe? Hold time, I ain't ready about the foreplay

I'm a just shoot like Marc Scorsay

See, understand my forte,

See, home makes you up, let me smell your make up

Before I break you off, can I taste your love and let you up

You always fuck before you go, let me make you come

I make that around like a force it, and I'm patient, I don't force it

And I ain't playing for your cushin, cause while they been on that bullshit

Got a tattoo with your ex man but I will make you say it's sure shit

That's my shit but I parle on her private, and I got this

Shawty go ahead, slide them, she ride it till she's tired

I inspire loss of pain, she's got that awesome shit, I pork em bitch until I pull her... in

Wake up in my room, sat upon my mat

Woman gotta talk, I can hit it from the back

I can hit it from the back, hit it from the back, hit it from the back,

I can hit it from the back

Wake up in my room, sat upon my mat

Woman gotta talk, I can hit it from the back

I can hit it from the back, hit it from the back, hit it from the back,

I can hit it from the back

I'm his 32 don't try to holler with them dollars...

Catch me popping bottles in the corner what about is it?

He wanna lick the kitty cat, got him playing...

Gotta get that paper, if you wanna get with it

I'm coming from a city dead, really like the doe we be

He... a heart attack life's with it he follow that

Cause I got the hardest rap, plus I spit the coldest blood

I be there on my tipsy toes,.. let it go

... question... we fly as fuck, bbs is in the chain

If you hear me, know my name

You fuck you would evade

Cock is some shrink, he name trying to holler less this dollar about a chain

Wake up in my room, sat upon my mat

Woman gotta talk, I can hit it from the back

I can hit it from the back, hit it from the back, hit it from the back,

I can hit it from the back

Wake up in my room, sat upon my mat

Woman gotta talk, I can hit it from the back

I can hit it from the back, hit it from the back, hit it from the back,

I can hit it from the back

Why lady, I love but you get smoke... down the... high

And want a ride in my car, she's sick of my dickbone drive

Long as she fuck above, I know... she's get fine

Longer she... wine

I like the way she dance, bounce that ass, break that back

Let me take my 2 fingers and play round with that pussycat

I know it's dripping wist, let's do it, let's take some patrol shots

If you can, jump on in, and ride my dick like I've never had done before

Do it like a stripper, anything you want I'm by the store

Call off the show on floor

You know I'm stupid rich but you can't be mine

And that nigger...

Wake up in my room, sat upon my mat

Woman gotta talk, I can hit it from the back

I can hit it from the back, hit it from the back, hit it from the back,

I can hit it from the back

Wake up in my room, sat upon my mat

Woman gotta talk, I can hit it from the back

I can hit it from the back, hit it from the back, hit it from the back,

I can hit it from the back

Why lady.

In You lyrics - Bella Thorne & Juicy J

[Juicy J:]

What Juicy say? Like, shut the fuck up!

I miss you when I'm in you

Tell me why we can't continue

No reply to the text I sent you

No regard to the shit we been thru

I miss you when I'm in you

Tell me why we can't continue

No reply to the text I sent you

No regard to the shit we been thru

[Bella Thorne:]

I miss you when I'm in you

[Juicy J & Bella Thorne:]

Tell me why we can't continue

No reply to the text I sent you

No regard to the shit we been thru

[Bella Thorne:]

I miss you when I'm in you

[Juicy J & Bella Thorne:]

Tell me why we can't continue

No reply to the text I sent you

No regard to the shit we been thru

Do you really love me? Or is it nothing

The only time you say you love me, is when we fucking

[Juicy J:]

A broke nigga ain't got no money

A rich nigga ain't got no time

I ain't going to sit here and argue with you

I'm walking on stage, showtime

[Bella Thorne:]

The nerve of you ignoring me when I'm making you a priority

I'm a boss bitch, what you thought bitch

You can talk slick but can't afford me

[Juicy J:]

I can't lie, you fine as shit

But I'm have to put you on my block list

Gave ya this dick then drove you crazy

Put you on the suicide watch list

[Bella Thorne:]

One thing about last night is yea I threw that ass right

Got you going dummy on this pussy like a crash site

[Juicy J:]

Fuck is you doing?

You know you ain't supposed to call me when I'm with my wife

You know you ain't supposed to text me or send me no pictures at this time of night

[Bella Thorne:]

I miss you when I'm in you

[Juicy J:]

Tell me why we can't continue

No reply to the text I sent you

No regard to the shit we been thru

I miss you when I'm in you

Tell me why we can't continue

No reply to the text I sent you

No regard to the shit we been thru

[Bella Thorne:]

I miss you when I'm in you

[Juicy J & Bella Thorne:]

Tell me why we can't continue

No reply to the text I sent you

No regard to the shit we been thru

[Bella Thorne:]

I miss you when I'm in you

[Juicy J & Bella Thorne:]

Tell me why we can't continue

No reply to the text I sent you

No regard to the shit we been thru

Do you really love me? Or is it nothing

The only time you say you love me, is when we fucking

Do you really love me? Or is it nothing

The only time you say you love me, is when we fucking

[Bella Thorne:]

Telling me your where abouts like that's something I care about

But then again, I kinda do so here's the truth I'm air it out

[Juicy J:]

You wanna kick it go on a date

Sorry I'm busy I got money to make

Whenever I'm with ya I'm gone soon

I fuck you to sleep, you beg me to stay

[Bella Thorne:]

I played the heart, you play the fool

You play some games and I played it cool

You trade a jump off for a jewl

Save the dumb shit, I'm done with you!

[Juicy J:]

Damn lil mama you got some nerve

I'ma put your number on do not disturb

You're gonna get mad tryna cut a nigga off

Better change yo mind when I buy you this purse

[Juicy J:]

I miss you when I'm in you

Tell me why we can't continue

No reply to the text I sent you

No regard to the shit we been thru

I miss you when I'm in you

Tell me why we can't continue

No reply to the text I sent you

No regard to the shit we been thru

[Juicy J & Bella Thorne:]

Do you really love me? Or is it nothing

The only time you say you love me, is when we fucking

Do you really love me? Or is it nothing

The only time you say you love me, is when we fucking

[Bella Thorne:]

I miss you when I'm in you

[Juicy J:]

Tell me why we can't continue

[Bella Thorne:]

I miss you when I'm in you

[Juicy J:]

Tell me why we can't continue...

[Bella Thorne:]

I miss you when I'm in you

[Juicy J:]

Tell me why we can't continue

Leanin lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Chris Brown & Quavo)

[Project Pat (Juicy J):]

Sippin' on some sizzurp, sippin' on some sizzurp (mmm)

Sippin' on some, sippin', sippin' on some sizzurp (yeah)

Pour it on up, it's goin' down (yeah)

Sippin' on some sizzurp, sippin', sippin' on some sizzurp (Breezy)

[Chris Brown:]

I put that syrup in my double cup

Chop and screwed, body on the way

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

And baby, when you look into my eyes

You know why they open wide

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

All of these feelings, you catchin' feelings

And seein' all the signs

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

You pop this pill then tell me what you feelin'

And take it for this ride

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

[Juicy J:]

Got that soda bowl, then we glow, white girls put coke up their nose

Shakin' ass for Juicy J, I'm throwin' money 'til they close

Seen 'em all, seen me ball, pour it all, drank it all

Got that blower in the car, just in case it go that far

Roll up, pour up, what's the hold up? Hold up

I be slowed up, dozed off, off that slow stuff, woke up

I give no fucks, slow bucks, better than no bucks, so what?

That bitch chose up, feed her, need no coca, so up

I be rackin' up the M's, fuckin' hoes on film

Blowin' strong like the weed in the gym

Still sippin' that sizzurp

I been ballin' like arenas

And then two freaky foreign bitches

She ain't bad, told her don't bring her with them

I let her spend the night if my girl with it

We can have a threesome with them

[Chris Brown:]

I put that syrup in my double cup

Chop and screwed, body on the way

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

And baby, when you look into my eyes

You know why they open wide

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

All of these feelings, you catchin' feelings

And seein' all the signs

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

You pop this pill then tell me what you feelin'

And take it for this ride

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

[Quavo:]

(Quavo)

Drank, drank, drank on me (drank on me)

Yeah, they call me young Quavo (Quavo)

Dropped the top, told your bitch, "Get in"

She gon' do what I say so (skrrt, skrrt)

She gon' do what I say so (skrrt, skrrt)

I told her count up the pesos (count it up)

Yeah, came from puttin' bricks in the cars like Maaco (bricks)

I don't get tired when I'm whippin' pies

Hit 'em with that circumcised choppers in my archive

Came from servin' the fiends on 'em

Now I'm in the coupe with the wings on it

Now I'm just lookin' for somebody to lean

Lean, lean, lean, lean on me

I advise you to pay up (cash)

Cut 'em off on the way up (cut 'em off)

I'm on the boards like a layup

On your hoe face more than makeup (bluh)

Bet I beat you to the paper (I bet it)

Cup filled with the Lakers (I bet it)

Blunt filled with the Lakers (yeah)

Bow, bow, I demolish a hater

[Chris Brown:]

I put that syrup in my double cup

Chop and screwed, body on the way

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

And baby, when you look into my eyes

You know why they open wide

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

All of these feelings, you catchin' feelings

And seein' all the signs

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

You pop this pill then tell me what you feelin'

And take it for this ride

Leanin', leanin'

Leanin', leanin'

[Project Pat:]

Sizzurp

Let Me See lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Kevin Gates & Lil Skies)

(Tay Keith, fuck these nigga up!)

Yeah, hoe

Yeah, hoe

Yeah, hoe

Y'all really ain't getting no money, better get you some dough

Y'all really ain't getting no money 'cause y'all chasing these hoes

Y'all really ain't getting no money, yeah, we already know

Y''all really ain't getting no money, stop that flexing, you broke

Y'all really ain't putting up numbers, but who keeping the score

Y'all niggas really funny, being broke ain't no joke

Made a 100 from my show and spent it all on some clothes

Y'all really ain't no killers, y'all really some hoes

Let me see, let me see, let me see

Let me see your bankroll

Let me see, let me see, let me see

Let me see your bankroll

Let me see, let me see, let me see

How much it blow

Let me see, let me see, let me see

You blow some more

You really ain't banging, really ain't slanging

Talking that shit, but this life can get dangerous

I keep the stainless, leave your ass brainless

My life is painless, I'm rich and famous

You ain't no blood and you ain't no crip

Ain't got no drugs to make you no flip

You like the softest nigga in the clique

You like a pistol that's without a clip

You ain't from the hood, you ain't get that out the mud

You ain't come up off them drugs

And that's understood, man, I wish these niggas would

Toss 'em in the firewood

You ain't with the mob, nah, you ain't involved

You talkin', so cases get solved

You ain't making calls, nah

You never gon' ball

'Cause you want to see niggas fall

Bitch, I'm OG, I'm spendin' bread from '03

And my outfit cost a G

Bitch, it ain't cheap, I can't do nothing for free

I need like 50 a fee

So I'm like a G, I make sure my niggas eat

Put niggas up on their feet

Nigga, don't reach, even though I keep the peace

I'll hit your ass with this piece

Y'all really ain't getting no money, better get you some dough

Y'all really ain't getting no money 'cause y'all chasing these hoes

Y'all really ain't getting no money, yeah, we already know

Y''all really ain't getting no money, stop that flexing, you broke

Y'all really ain't putting up numbers, but who keeping the score

Y'all niggas really funny, being broke ain't no joke

Made a 100 from my show and spent it all on some clothes

Y'all really ain't no killers, y'all really some hoes

Let me see, let me see, let me see

Let me see your bankroll (Bankroll)

Let me see, let me see, let me see

Let me see your bankroll

Let me see, let me see, let me see

How much it blow

Let me see, let me see, let me see

You blow some more

Yeah

I got one of my plugs in here, you know

Juicy J done came in this bitch, you know

I got to show off for him, you know

Send it low

I got the Bread Winner

Steady Bread Winner, automatic (I do)

I went to Arkansas and got at it (What up)

I took the route down to Miami (Cut up)

Timmy bust down got traffic (Ooh)

We hit the flea market with a Caddy (Ooh)

Ask your boy do I speak it in Spanish (Who)

Walk in the mall and I meet with a manager

Watch how you handle a nigga on camera

Big booty bitch, need to know I got stamina (Yeah)

Never mind money coming legit

Money time 'bout a check (Check)

Switchin' lines steady bumpin' collect (Collect)

Money gram, standing up in they chest (Hello)

You read books or you know how to play chess (Who is that?)

Why don't crooks learn how to finesse (Ooh)

Quality H, I'm one of the best (Arr)

Still in, had to take a little rest (Argh)

Stayed solid, hit the cell to reset (I did)

Fresh outta jail, ordered a jet (I been)

No bad when you come from the 'jects

Gettin' mad, you look kinda upset

Fake pass not regular yet

Two seater with the ahem on deck

Y'all really ain't getting no money, better get you some dough

Y'all really ain't getting no money 'cause y'all chasing these hoes

Y'all really ain't getting no money, yeah we already know

Y''all really ain't getting no money, stop that flexing, you broke

Y'all really ain't putting up numbers, but who keeping the score

Y'all niggas really funny, being broke ain't no joke

Made a 100 from my show and spent it all on some clothes

Y'all really ain't no killers, y'all really some hoes

Aye

See I hop in the Jag'

Then I get to the bag (Bag)

I be makin' 'em mad

I drip with the swag (Swag)

I be spending this cash (Cash)

Do the digital dash

My gang on the map (On the map)

We pull up to your trap (Yo trap)

We don't care where you at

They want me to lack (Lack)

I don't fear none of that (Fuck that)

'Cause my bro got a strap

Got M's in the safe (In the safe)

Bad bitches in the Wraith (In the Wraith)

All I know is first place

Niggas hating? ok (Ok)

They can never get in my way (No way)

I'ma ball hard all day

I done came up, you can never take me down (Whoa)

Wonder why they girls wanna date me now (Whoa)

Oh, shit more hits

Lil Skies really on the paper route, bitch

Y'all really ain't getting no money, better get you some dough

Low lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Nicki Minaj, Lil Bibby & Young Thug)

My beat low

My bass low

I ride low, she go low

My beat low

My bass low

I ride low, used to tell her what you said, bro

[Juicy J:]

Me, Juicy J, got too many hoes

Me, Juicy J, got too many flows

Clique ballin' out like the '98 Lakers

Pull up in a million dollar car and violate it

Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in France on Monday

Faded at the fashion show, tryna grab a bitch off the runway

I ain't even pack no clothes, nothin' but rubbers in my suitcase

Laid her on the mic, menage with my model and her roommate

And if I tip a bitch, we fuckin', it ain't no discussion

It cost to be the boss, my nigga you way outta your budget

Who you playin' with lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'

Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button

My beat low

My bass low

I ride low, she go low

My beat low

My bass low

I ride low, she go low, low

[Hook: Young Thug]

I get a brick, you know I get it for the, low

Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down, low

I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low

Lil¡ momma know I like my kisses down

[Nicki Minaj:]

Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins

Pull up with them V twins in my engine

All this ice all around me like a penguin

I ain't talkin' bowlin' but I'm with the kingpin

I pull up with a nigga with a real big dick

That's shit so good, man a bitch came quick

I ain't ever have a beat that a bitch ain't rip

I'm fly every day but a bitch ain't trippin'

You be on that bull, you be on Scott Pippen

I be pimp walkin', I'm limpin'

C's on my bag so they think I'm crippin'

Every nigga in here wanna know what I'm drinkin'

Myx Moscato, niggas

I keep a pillow with me just because I'm tired of niggas

I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick

Bust it open quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch

My beat low

My bass low

I ride low, she go low

My beat low

My bass low

I ride low, she go low, low

[Hook: Young Thug]

I get a brick, you know I get it for the, low

Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down, low

I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low

Lil' momma know I like my kisses down

[Lil' Bibby:]

I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low

Mr. Leave-Her-At-Home-He'll-Take-Your-Ho

Mr. Stack-That-Dough

Young rich nigga used to trap by the store, now taxed for the flow

Tell a rap nigga, "I'm not feelin' you"

Stop frontin', boy, y'all not criminals

At the top, man they talkin' 'bout killin' you

Got two 9's but they're not identical

I'll never trait on my squad, nigga

Ball hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron, nigga

In other words, you a fraud, nigga

I'll pull your card, nigga

I'm a young boss, I'm runnin' shit

Call me King Tut, all this gold on, I be blinged up

If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't seen nothin'

At the club, their jaws drop when I pull up in that Benz

30 deep, 'bout 20 heats, still stomp him out with my Timbs

I'm in here chillin' with my feet up

I told y'all that I'm 'bout to heat up

Man it's time to kill all this weak stuff

Pull the beat up, watch me eat up

[Hook:]

My beat low

My bass low

I ride low, she go low

My beat low

My bass low

I ride low, she go low, low

[Hook: Young Thug]

I get a brick, you know I get it for the, low

Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down, low

I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low

Lil' momma know I like my kisses down

Money On My Mind lyrics - Yogi (feat. Juicy J & Alexander Lewis)

[Juicy J:]

I just need another bitch (hey, hey)

I just need y'all niggas off my fucking dick

I just need to get money (get money)

I just need to get money (run tune, my lord)

I just need another whip, 'nother crib ('nother crib)

I just need another mill' ('nother mill', 'nother mill')

Money on my mind (I've got money on my mind)

Money on my mind (yeah)

Juicy J, yo

Money on my mind, my paper look like a Smurf

Bought myself a new Rollie and bought my bitch a new vert

She keep my weed in her purse, I keep my hand up her skirt

Mo' money, mo' problems, it's a gift and a curse

You know that top where I'm stayin'

I'm 'bout to cop me a planet

A whole pound of moon rocks, I'm high as a tube sock

My cash in a shoe box, just bought me a new spot

My lil' chick don't cook or clean, all she wanna do is shop (yeah, ho)

I just need another bitch

I just need y'all niggas off my fucking dick

I just need to get money

I just need to get money

Cash all money, count it all day

Don't even think of takin' no breaks

Got guns long as pool sticks

Nigga, don't even think of playin' with the K

Don't even think of playin' with a G

That blower leave you laying in the street

Get your head a thousand miles away

I'm with my chick laying on the beach

A hater can't stand too close

Gotta keep your distance

Nigga, pay attention

When the money talk, listen

All my shit paid for, homie

Count it up everyday

Rich nigga, I don't lease shit

That's too much like a layaway (yeah, ho)

I just need another bitch

I just need y'all niggas off my fucking dick

I just need to get money

I just need to get money (bitch)

I just need another whip, 'nother crib

I just need another mill'

Money on my mind

Money on my mind (yeah, ho)

I just wanna get money

I got money on my mind (I just wanna get money)

[?]

Turn it up one time

Money on my mind

Goddamn it, I can shake it

Money on my mind

Mon-, money on my mind

Money on my mind

Goddamn it, I can shake it

Money on my mind

Money, money on my mind

Money on my mind

Goddamn it, I can shake it

Money on my mind

Mon-, money on my mind

Money on my mind

Goddamn it, I can shake it

Money on my mind

Money, money on my mind

Money on my mind

Goddamn it, I can shake it

Money on my mind

Mon-, money on my mind

Money on my mind

Goddamn it, I can shake it

Money on my mind

Money, money on my mind

Juicy J, yo (get money)

Neighbor lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Travis Scott)

[Juicy:]

Shut the fuck up!

Yeah mane

We still gettin' this paper...

(Buddah Bless this beat)

[Travis Scott & Juicy J:]

Jump to a check, aw, hittin' cash, hit it n' dash (yeah, yeah)

Flash, she a dancer (flash, she a dancer)

Stack it and fold em' (stack it and fold!)

Forty-two acres (oh yeah)

Fuck on my neighbors (uh)

Told her don't say shit (say, say, say)

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

Dawg don't snort (yeah)

Feel no drugs (yeah)

That's my love in a cup (yeah)

Keep it shut (yeah, yeah)

Got the Dawgs in the cut (yeah, yeah)

[Travis Scott:]

Really off balance, heard they got talent (uh)

Really ecstatic, boo walkin' backwards (uh)

Plane it got wood floors on the cabinet

Hit the flight attendant diamond status

Keep a actress on the addicts daily

Looking like Boogie Nights in the 80's, aye

[Travis Scott & Juicy J:]

Jump to a check, aw, hittin' cash (yeah ho!)

Hit it n' dash (yeah ho!)

Flash, she a dancer (yeah ho!)

Stack it and fold em'(yeah ho!)

Forty-two acres (yeah ho!, okay)

Fuck on my neighbors (yeah ho!)

Told her don't say shit (yeah ho!)

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

Dawg dont snort (yeah)

Feel no drugs (yeah)

That's my love in a cup (yeah)

Keep it shut (yeah, yeah)

Got the Dawgs in the cut (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah

[Juicy J:]

I go live like Kodak (like Kodak)

Niggas keep down fuck Xanax (fuck that)

I kill shit what's next (what's next)

Nick can't stop my flex (can't stop that)

She told me to put it on her chest (right there)

She even want no check (no check)

Cartier on me like Offset (Offset)

Ain't even gotta rap I'm on set

Get to a check (yeah, yeah)

I ain't even cash (ain't even cash)

Lookin' Fresh to death like I stepped up out a casket (out a casket)

I'm gon take my shot you gon' pass it (you gon' pass)

My bitch classy

And she look just like Cassie

But she nasty

I'm Fucked up still buzzed

Fill up a cup

Woke up like what the fuck

Let's turn up (yeah)

Fuck a buzz, yeah, I need drugs lets turn up yeah

Keep a torch, yeah

I'm a dog you a mutt, yeah

[Travis Scott & Juicy J:]

Jump to a check, aw, hittin' cash, hit it n' dash (yeah, yeah)

Flash, she a dancer (woo)

Stack it and fold em' (uh, uh)

Forty-two acres (uh, okay)

Fuck on my neighbors (yeah, okay)

Told her don't say shit (damn, uh)

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

Dawg don't snort (yeah)

Feel no drugs (yeah)

That's my love in a cup (yeah)

Keep it shut

Got the Dawgs in the cut (yeah)

No Mo lyrics - Zaytoven & Juicy J

It's the weekend. So man, fuck your problems, man, I don't give a fuck about your motherfuckin' problems, brah. You know what I'm sayin'? You need to stop chasin' these hoes, my nigga. You know what I'm sayin'? Bitch is takin' all your motherfuckin' check, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? Like nigga you broke than a motherfucka 'cause you spend it all on these dirty ass hoes. Find you a real woman, my nigga. Yeah

Ain't nobody cuffin' no mo' (nooo)

I can't fall in love with these hoes (nooo)

Ain't nobody cuffin' no mo'

Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough

Ain't nobody cuffin' no mo' (nooo)

I can't fall in love with these hoes (nooo)

Ain't nobody cuffin' no mo' (nooo)

She gon' bust it open, I'ma throw this cake on the floor

Mister Officer, Mister Officer

Please take the hand cuffs off of her

Why you stalkin' her? Why you stalkin' her?

Hackin' phones tryin' to find out who she talkin' to

You was callin' her, you was callin' her

Last night she ain't answer, I was all in her all in her

We was all in her, we was all in her

Made her bust that pussy careful, all my dawgs in here

It was me, Juicy J, and all my wolves from 'round the way

I spend 20, I spend 30, I blow 50 in a day

That ain't nothin' to a boss, I spend 300 on a Wraith

I can't save no mo' hoes, ain't no room in my safe (nooo)

Ain't nobody cuffin' no mo' (nooo)

I can't fall in love with these hoes (nooo)

Ain't nobody cuffin' no mo'

Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough

Ain't nobody cuffin' no mo' (nooo)

I can't fall in love with these hoes (nooo)

Ain't nobody cuffin' no mo' (nooo)

She gon' bust it open, I'ma throw this cake on the floor

All these niggas cuffin' and these bitch really nothin'

I can't fall in love, hey bitch, that shit ain't up for discussion

Treat you like a freak because I know your ass be bussin'

He toss a couple dollars, you gonna let that nigga touch it

You used to niggas trickin' but tonight we fuckin'

I can't take you home to momma, I can't take you out in public

I don' spent so much on you I gotta put you in my budget

Shake that ass, make that money, who am I to judge it?

These hoes belong to everybody, everybody

Kill that bitch, that's a dead body, dead body

These hoes, they be backstage, sellin' pussy

These hoes be on Backpage, sellin' pussy

Ain't nobody cuffin' no mo' (nooo)

I can't fall in love with these hoes (nooo)

Ain't nobody cuffin' no mo'

Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough

Ain't nobody cuffin' no mo' (nooo)

I can't fall in love with these hoes (nooo)

Ain't nobody cuffin' no mo' (nooo)

She gon' bust it open, I'ma throw this cake on the floor

Hey

Pardon Me lyrics - Juicy J (feat. GOD)

[Intro - Juicy J:]

The hustle continues

Yeah nigga, yeah nigga

Yeah nigga, yeah

[Chorus:]

Pardon me, pardon me

Hardest in your hood, you ain't shit to me

Pardon me, pardon me

I don't give a fuck who you supposed to be, nigga

Pardon me, pardon me

Niggas run they mouth, end up 20 feet

Pardon me, pardon me

You talking about that fuck nigga, put his ass to sleep

[Verse 1:]

Sold the dope, told the nigga not to hold the dope

Get the cash hit the drop, bring it back watch your ass

Niggas plotting caught you snitching, left you licking same niggas

Watch your bragging same niggas

You count your hundreds cause you fucked up now dead & lonely

Broke, you fucked up now dead & lonely

7 in the morning, streets is yawning

My niggas is back on the corners

My niggas is back with them choppas

That show where they jam when they clip is reloaded they blam

North nigga from the mud up to no good

Sold million records but I keep that 38 snub tuck

Ready for war, fuck nigga talking shit, let's go to war

I ain't into popping shit fuck nigga, this is the north

Mafia mothafucking 36 straight hitters out for this door

My shottas unload, we even the score

It's real as it get, don't get exposed, don't get exposed

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Juicy J:]

Against all odds, back to the wall

I'm coming in for my cut like a act to the law

Gimme what you owe me, don't do me no favours

I got now, so fuck you later

The gutter done turned us all and the gladiators

Try me and get stomped, like an

Get money, everything else don't mean nothing

Price on yo head, niggas get rich, you see them comin

Them goons on the way, if I push a button

Act a fool if ya wanna, we pull up right beside ya

Semi auto at ya driver, you don't wan't this drama

We just want the money, you don't fuck with niggas like us

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - G.O.D.:]

Pardon me, shit ain't hard to me

I done have to beef with niggas thas across the street

Pardon me, shit ain't hard to see

You won't find another nigga that is as hard as me

Pardon me, just might park to see

Multiply all my hunnids, I'm a double G

Nigga I be on the bullshit, number twenty-three

Let me demonstrate a murder to the first degree

Catch you posted on the corner, open for the three

Think fast, chest press, that assist for me

Let sing to em like the symphony

Rock a bye lullaby, put his ass to sleep

[Chorus]

Payback lyrics - Juicy J (with Kevin Gates, Future, Sage The Gemini)

(from "Furious 7" soundtrack)

I know something you don't

That's me coming for you

You want war

We got war

We just wanna warn you

I know something you don't

That's me coming for you

You want war

We got war

We just wanna warn you

War for war

Bodies that hit the ground

You ready for us

'Cause it's bout to go down

Push 'em to the left

Push 'em to the right

Load the choppers up

Hit 'em on sight

Never turning back

I've done been to hell and back

Me, running out of guns?

No, never heard of that

I ain't never ran from a gunfight

This is you and me

Mano y Mano

You damn right

Don't act like you don't know

Know what I came for

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

You take one, I take one

You can't hide, you can't run

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

Respiratory beggin' for relief

I don't let 'em breathe

Goin' hard, I'm my own boss

Many ain't believe it

A feeling not an item

Appearing up out of thin air

Conquer everything that's in front of me

Now they under me

Rush to lead and respond

They strayed away, how a tunnel be

Took a leap of faith

Bungee cord about to give out

Nowadays whatever you say you gotta live out

Altitude have a parachute failure, we got a problem

Grow a set of wings or die when you hit the bottom

Never prayed to God, but never too late to try Him

Shots fired, Allen Iverson in the league

They say I ball hog and I'm not a part of the team

Breadwinner with these winners, built the regime

Taliban weapon in hand, kill everything

Amphetamines all for the state of a better means

I'm beautiful but known for the dope like Medellin

Don't act like you don't know

Know what I came for

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

You take one, I take one

You can't hide, you can't run

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

Don't act like you don't know

Know what I came for

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

You take one, I take one

You can't hide, you can't run

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

Dress in all black like a funeral

Murder, homicide wanna ride get residuals

Layin' on fire for residuals

365 when I grind for residuals

45 Magnum in the van wit him

Ratta tatta tat I let the blam hit them

I scream fuck the whole world and put a bomb in it

Finger on the trigger, tryna put my whole arm in it

I just want revenge, I just want revenge

We get it poppin' everyday

They took away my happiness

They try to take my head away

Don't act like you don't know

Know what I came for

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

You take one, I take one

You can't hide, you can't run

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

Don't act like you don't know

Know what I came for

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

You take one, I take one

You can't hide, you can't run

Too late to turn back

This is the payback

Shell Shocked lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla Sign) (feat. Kill the Noise & Madsonik)

(from "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" soundtrack)

[Intro/Outro — Ty Dolla $ign & Wiz Khalifa:]

Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked

Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked

Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked

Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked

[Verse 1 — Juicy J:]

That’s my fam, I’ll hold ‘em down forever

Us against the world, we can battle whoever

Together ain’t no way we gon' fail

You know I got your back, just like a turtle shell

Nobody do it better, all my brothers tryna get some cheddar

We all want our cut like the Shredder

Me and my bros come together for the dough

Bought the orange Lamborghini, call it Michelangelo

With the nun-chucks doors and I'm pullin' up slow

When we fall up in the party, they know anything goes

Check my Rolex, it say I'm the man of the hour

All this green in my pockets, you can call it turtle power

[Hook:]

(All for one when we fight together)

Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked

(All for one when we ride together)

Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked

(All for one when we fight together)

Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked

(This family can bear any weather)

Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked

[Verse 2 — Wiz Khalifa:]

Ain't nothing that could come in between me and my brothers

We all around if it's going down

It's just us, all for one, yeah you hear 'em right

Our business done, we disappear into the night

Came up together, so we all down for the fight

Ain't nothing wrong with that

Family, ain't nothing strong as that

And I'll be posted up where the strong is at

Brothers by my side, city on my back, real heroes

That's what the people want

They ain't born, gotta create 'em

Sayin' we gone as soon as we save 'em

That's part of the plan, by my side I'mma keep my brothers

Live or die man we need each other

[Hook]

[Verse 3 — Ty Dolla $ign:]

Four hitters, four winners

Tryna tell 'em you don't wanna go to war with us

We be them, we be them, young riders

Raised in the gutter, really started from the bottom

hey, we all we ever had, we all we ever needed and we undefeated

We be goin' hard, and make it look easy

Give me the whole pie, real cheesy

I told your girl no, but you might not believe me

She took a picture for me, told her smile for me

Pass her off I'm a real team player

Bandanna on my face like a gangster

[Intro/Outro — Ty Dolla $ign:]

Sigo Fresh (Remix) lyrics - Fuego, Juicy J & De La Ghetto (feat. Duki & Myke Towers)

Yeah, ho

Yeah, ho

Yo', Luyo, put that up, one time

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Huh)

Let's get it, ah (Yeah, ho)

Sigo fresh, walk in the bank with a big ol' check

Y'all niggas out here payin' for stripes

Fuck niggas still can't get no respect

Call a bitch Garfield, big ol' cat

I'm about to beat that like a piñata

And I'm paid up, whole lotta dollars

That means no worries, hakuna mata (Let's get it)

Catch me with four or five chains on (Chains on)

Old school Jag like James Bond (James Bond)

You savin' these hoes like Clark Kent (Mmm-mmm)

You might as well go throw a cape on

Middle of the club, got a spot full of hoes (Hoes)

One hundred pacas, you know were they goin'

These bitches thirsty, you know were they goin'

And we ain't leavin' 'til four in the mornin' (Mmm-mmm)

I throw that chick a few Ben Franks

You prolly write her a love letter

Why you niggas hatin' on me nigga?

All that salt, need to go and check your blood pressure (Check it)

Bitch, I'm on my own lane

Not stuntin' you niggas, I'm playin' my part

Hatin' ass niggas need to get closer to God

Get some money in your pocket and the head out your heart (Yeah, ho)

Sigo fresh y tú no (No)

Tengo cash y tú no (No)

Vivo bien y tú no

Y tú no, no

Sigo fresh y tú no

Tengo cash y tú no

Vivo bien y tú no (Uh)

Y tú no, no (Ja)

Yo empecé de cero cuando yo bregaba en el ghetto (Yeh)

Ante' de ser famoso ello' me ignoraron primero (Ey, eh)

Eran hermano' mío' y salieron traicionero' (Eh, uh, come on)

Eso no importa porque yo sigo haciendo dinero, dinero, dinero, di— (Easy Money, baby, jaja)

¿Tú no sabe' que me quieren en P.R. como a Antetokounmpo en Grecia? (Ah)

Ahora mismo yo me siento má' bendecido que el pastor de tu iglesia

Estoy dándole al haze, aunque me dé amnesia

Ello' me tiran hate porque no me desprecian

Yo me siento un rey, mi palabra pesa

Las puta' que tú te clava' derecian

To'a las mía' suben de valor

Tanta peste a dinero me mareó

Estoy contento, la pena valió

Ahora le fronteo a to' el que divarió y yo sé que les dolió

Y yo siempre estoy fresh, pregúntale a OMI

To' lo que yo grabo e' easy money (Easy)

Todo al que yo pille actuando funny

Hay que mandarle fuego con la forty, ¡rra!

Sigo fresh y tú no (No)

Tengo cash y tú no (No)

Vivo bien y tú no

Y tú no, no

Sigo fresh y tú no

Tengo cash y tú no (Uh)

Vivo bien y tú no

Y tú no, no

De pie' a cabeza, siempre estoy fresh con la combi completa (Wow)

La' nena' me tientan, los ojo' le' brillan como mi roleta (Yah)

Quédate con la envidia (Wuh), yo me quedo con mi Glock (Rra)

Esto' cabrone' que me imitan (A mí), son mi' hijo' to' (No)

Ya to' a mí me conocen (Uy), el que controla la zona (Woh)

Ando con una culona (How), tiene la musa en [?]

Como en CENCO no' damo', ahora tengo lo' Grammy' llamándome

Mucho' no saben, mucho' no entienden to' lo que pasé (Pasé)

Sigo fresh y tú no (No)

Mucho money y tú no (No)

Con la Gucci y la Cartier (Wuh)

Que se joda, tengo la' do' (Do')

No me importa qué pasó (Pasó)

Que aquí ando con la Glock (Glock)

To' los peine' extensión

Hijueputa, ¿qué pasó? (Wuh)

Sigo fresh y tú no (No)

Tengo cash y tú no (No)

Vivo bien y tú no

Y tú no, no (Y tú no, y tú no)

Sigo fresh y tú no

Tengo cash y tú no (No)

Vivo bien y tú no

Y tú no, no

Tengo la North y vo' no

Tengo la ho y vo' no (Tengo la ho)

Tengo VS y Vonour (VVS)

Respeto la calle y vo' no, vivo yo (Ay, ay)

Tengo la droga y vo' no (Tengo la droga)

Tengo mi flow y vo' no (Tengo mi flow)

Tengo lo que quiero y vo' no (¡Oh!)

Y vo' no, y vo' no, y vo' no

Mami dice que tengo diamantes en el pecho y también en los pies (Prr, prr)

A esa puta le cambié los zapato' y le puse uno' pare' 'e Chanel (Chanel, Chanel)

20 mil en tarjeta y se compró un tapado de piel, yeah-yeah (Yeah)

¿Y vo' sos de nombre italiano? Se echó su pincel, yeah-yeah

Tengo ice y tú no (Tengo ice, uh)

Tengo cash y tú no (Tengo cash)

'Toy pega'o y tú no

Y tú no, no (No)

Yo tengo la ruta y vo' no, oh-oh (Para vo', uh)

El WhatsApp me explota y a vo' no, oh-oh (No)

Sigo fresh y tú no (Sigo fresh, no)

Tengo cash y tú no (No)

Vivo bien y tú no (Ay, ay)

Y tú no, no (Ay, ay)

Sigo fresh y tú no

Tengo cash y tú no (No, no)

Vivo bien y tú no

Y tú no, no

You know what time it is, ho

De La Geezy

Okey

Chuligang

Dímelo, Myke, "La Torre"

Fuego

Dímelo, Duki

Slob On My Knob lyrics - Juicy J

Slob on my knob like corn on the cob

Check in with me and do your job

Lay on the bed and give me head

Don't have to ask, don't have to beg

Juicy is my name, sex is my game

Let's call the boys, let's run a train

Squeeze on my nuts, lick on my butt

The natural curly hair, please, don't touch

First, find a mate, second find a place

Third, find a bag to hide the ho face

Real name Grover, I said, "Bend over"

I started to knock, then came the odor

Smelled like mush, should've had a woosh

Told her to stop and take a douche

While she did that, I didn't want the cat

So I bounced out and never came back

Suck a nigga dick or somethin'

Suck a nigga dick or somethin'

Suck a nigga dick or somethin'

Suck a nigga dick or somethin'

My nigga D-Magic said he had to have it

I said, "Just forget it, it's too crabby"

Know a little freak in Hollywood

Sucks on dick, does it real good

She'll give you money, fill up your tummy

House full of kids, parents all sprungy

Once had her down, backyard ground

Hit it from the back, enjoyed the sound

Name undercover, always used a rubber

'Til I got caught fuckin' with her mother

She blamed it on me, we fought in the street

She pulled out a knife, so I had to flee

Called up the boys, went to her house

Trashed the whole place, threw the bitch out

Police busted in, where the niggas at?

We left just in time and never came back

Rolled through the hood, wavin' at the freaks

Who's sniffin' all the rocks and smokin' all the geeks

Made another stop, police station

Saw a few cops, drove by and sprayed 'em

License tag number, a nigga said he saw

Bogus all the time, never get caught

Smokin & Sippin lyrics - Juicy J

Man I got that OG, keep the swishers on me

Bra I hope you know me, I get high

I can smoke up 3 pounds, eat a hundred weed brownies

I'm sipping on syrp now, I stay fly

20 shots of vodka, I only drink siroko

They call me Juicy J, the number one pill popper

I will take your chick and make the bitch work for this shit

Put coke up her nose I bet they have a...? turn and flip?

She wanna fuck my cock, money be in these ho's eyes

I'm so nigga rich, I'm a keep in these ho'es eyes

Yo nigga talk that shit, you gonna get hit with the fo'five (.45)

I stay stupid high, I can't believe that I'm still alive

I'm smoking and I'm sipping, I'm smoking and I'm sipping

I'm chilling with your bitch main smoking and I'm sipping

I'm smoking and I'm sipping, I'm smoking and I'm sipping

While she giving me head main Smoking and I'm sipping

I put her on coedine, welcome to the get high team

She love a nigga gettin that money on the tv screen

She even fuck with them dope niggas working triple beams

Long as she's high and you keep the vodka and cali green

Wretched, wretched, bitches tell all your business

I'm a go across her face, Ike Turner pimpin

Leave you in the... push your way on the sipping

I'm a dawg nigga main, smoking and I'm snipping

I'm smoking and I'm sipping, I'm smoking and I'm sipping

I'm chilling with your bitch main smoking and I'm sipping

I'm smoking and I'm sipping, I'm smoking and I'm sipping

Watching giving me here main Smoking and I'm sipping

I'm smoking and I'm sipping, I'm smoking and I'm sipping

I'm chilling with your bitch main smoking and I'm sipping

I'm smoking and I'm sipping, I'm smoking and I'm sipping

While she giving me head main Smoking and I'm sipping.

STCU lyrics - THEY. & Juicy J

Drippin' off my fingertips

Tell me how you like that shit

I'ma let you get off quick

Once I get inside, that's it

I'ma shoot the club up, shoot the club up

I'ma shoot the club up

I'ma shoot the club up, shoot the club up

I'ma shoot the club up

Your boy Juicy J, mane, let's get it, hey

Tore the club up, then I shot your club up

I might love her, I ain't use no rubber

She said don't worry 'bout that shit, you know I'm safe

I said don't matter anyway, bitch, it's too late

Throwback is a never, I know, I know better

Let her get on top, she came all on my Gucci sweater

Hope this not a set up, she just want some feta

Let her get me for my dough, no, I can't go, never

Million dollar nuts all up in her guts

Let's shoot a movie, cut, these hoes I cannot trust

Different diamond cuts, these chains all tangled up

Is it love or lust? I think I'm finna bust

I'ma shoot the club up, shoot the club up

I'ma shoot the club up

I'ma shoot the club up, shoot the club up

I'ma shoot the club up

Step Back lyrics - Juicy J & Duke Deuce

What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up"

And if the beat live, you know LilJu made it (Step back, man, yeah)

Walkin' on the money, it's a money carpet (Step back)

Thirteen thousand, James Harden (Step back)

Swish, shoot my shot, I don't miss (Step back)

Breakin' records in the club, ballin' like a bitch (Step back)

Swish, hide yo' ho, we take your bitch (Step back)

You know I'm high as hell, like J.R. Smith (Step back)

Walkin' on the money, it's a money carpet (Step back)

Thirteen thousand (Yes, sir), James Harden

Soon as I walk off in the club, I be throwin' hunnids (Throwin' hunnids)

We call it a tip off, I got different type of money

I'm gon' ball, ball, ball, watch it fall, fall, fall

When I'm in that pussy, I be knockin' down her walls (Mmm-hmm)

No, I'm not a ball player, pay me like a ball player (Ha, ha, ha, ha)

Niggas try to block me, they can't reach me, I got tall paper (Ha, ha, ha, ha)

Back outside (Yes, sir), okay, we back outside (We here, ha, ha, ha, ha)

Look me in my eyes, see them dollar signs (Can't see, ha, ha, ha, ha)

She gon' pick it all up but them dollars mine (Dollars mine)

I got sneaker deal money, that's the bottom line (Bottom line)

Captain tryna save her but he not as high

And I'm so motherfuckin' high, they call it rocket signs (Yeah, ho)

Walkin' on the money, it's a money carpet (Step back)

Thirteen thousand, James Harden (Step back)

Swish, shoot my shot, I don't miss (Step back)

Breakin' records in the club, ballin' like a bitch (Step back)

Swish, hide yo' ho, we take yo' bitch (Step back)

You know I'm high as hell, like J.R. Smith (Step back)

Walkin' on the money, it's a money carpet (Step back)

Thirteen thousand (Boom, boom), James Harden

Yeah (Yeah), ho, you hear that check, I'm big ballin' like Ja Morant (Ayy, ayy, woah, woah)

In Hollywood, too hollyhood, I'm where the freaky models at (Woah, woah)

Straight up at the murder capital and we don't play that (Don't play that, woah, woah)

See what's talk behind this this whip I bet he step back (Step back, woah, woah)

Move, motherfucker, move motherfucker, move

Let us in, they fucked up, we the buckets in the room

Yeah, they try they best to sleep on us, but knowin' we the wave

You don't like it, gotta fight me, I'ma put it in they face (Ayy, ayy, bitch)

Step back, my nigga, step back (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, what, what?)

Step back, motherfucker, step back (Yeah, yeah, what, what?)

Step back, lame nigga, step back (Step back, what, what?)

If they try to step on us, we step back, bitch (What the fuck, what, what?)

Walkin' on the money, it's a money carpet (Step back)

Thirteen thousand, James Harden (Step back)

Swish, shoot my shot, I don't miss (Step back)

Breakin' records in the club, ballin' like a bitch (Step back)

Swish, hide yo' ho, we take yo' bitch (Step back)

You know I'm high as hell like, J.R. Smith (Step back)

Walkin' on the money, it's a money carpet (Step back)

Thirteen thousand, James Harden

Trapaholics, biatch

Sukihana lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Sukihana)

And the way this nigga slid into me, oh man

Like we might get pregnant tonight

What the fuck?

I need a freak ho, I'm tryna find her

I need a bitch that's gon' eat like a piranha (Yes sir, yes sir)

And I'm gon' eat her like a plate from

I need a freak ho like Sukihana

Like Sukihana, Sukihana

I'm tryna get up in that wet like Sukihana (Yes sir, yes sir)

I need a freak ho, I'm tryna find her

I'm tryna get up in that wet, that Sukihana

Ayy, yeah, I'm married but I'm not old, I get in that mode

PornHub, OnlyFans, watchin' movie roles

Do a freak pose, my bitch playing with a rose

Make her touch her toes, eat that pussy out a bowl

I like messy sloppy, got it comin' out your nose

Know that ratchet shit the best, tongue in every hole

I need some of that neck that's gonna snatch my soul

She a business woman fuckin' me in business clothes

Kitty in an elevator like Solange knows

R.I.P. 'cause the coochie get John Doe'd

And I ain't gotta find her 'cause I got her

Ain't no pussy better than my baby momma (Ayy)

I need a freak ho, I'm tryna find her

I need a bitch that's gon' eat like a piranha (Yes sir, yes sir)

And I'm gon' eat her like a plate from

I need a freak ho like Sukihana

Like Sukihana, Sukihana

I'm tryna get up in that wet like Sukihana (Yes sir, yes sir)

I need a freak ho, I'm tryna find her

I'm tryna get up in that wet, that Sukihana

I'm the type to show up to the spot with no panties on

My homegirl with me, she a tag-along

We finna turn this nigga out, the best he ever had

I'm finna gobble up that dick and she gon' lick his ass

Call me Suki-Suki, a legendary ho

I cook a mean steak and I fuck in every hole

The whole hood love me 'cause I stuck to the code

This [?] pussy make a nigga spend them bankrolls

Slob on his ass, make him spend his last

Your momma hate me 'cause I sucked your siblings out your dad

Bitch they mad, one of these pussy ass hoes fuck with me

Fuck what a nigga pretend to see

I fuck him for ten a key (Suki)

I need a freak ho, I'm tryna find her

I need a bitch that's gon' eat like a piranha (Yes sir, yes sir)

And I'm gon' eat her like a plate from

I need a freak ho like Sukihana

Like Sukihana, Sukihana

I'm tryna get up in that wet like Sukihana (Yes sir, yes sir)

I need a freak ho, I'm tryna find her

I'm tryna get up in that wet, that Sukihana

This bitch is my boo

She smoke weed, get high too

All you niggas hatin' on me

She gon' act a damn fool

This bitch is my boo

She smoke weed, get high too

All you niggas hatin' on me

She gon' act a damn fool

This bitch is my boo

She smoke weed, get high too

All you niggas hatin' on me

She gon' act a damn fool

This bitch is my boo

She smoke weed, get high too

All you niggas hatin' on me

She gon' act a damn fool

The 420 Freestyle lyrics - Juicy J

[Pre-Chorus:]

I got frenemies

Got a lot of frenemies

Got so many people tryna drain me off this energy

Tryna take away from a nigga

Playing with the money, pray for these nigga's

[Verse 1:]

Drop a bitch at the mall, tell her buy what she want

I got a condo, I only spent a night in it once

Rappers talking sideways in their interviews

They just tryna stay on flow like a in a tube

I might drop a mixtape cause I'm in the mood

Probably get my dick sucked

What you mad at a nigga for, I don't get it

Your running out of time lil homie, the clock ticking

I think I want a r&b girl tonight

I'm a that's a early flight

Red light special and your chick get served

Sign on the door say do not disturb

[Chorus:]

I got frenemies

Got a lot of frenemies

Got a lot people tryna drain me off this energy

Tryna take away from a nigga

Playing with the bread, pray for a nigga, nigga

[Verse 2:]

Nigga you don't want no problems with me

I put money on your head that's a hobby to me

I pull up and fill the hotel lobby with freaks

Your girl sneaking out the crib just to party with me

Last night I met a thottie with a college degree

So I let her give me braing, said she smarter than me

What you mad at a nigga for, I don't get it

I could trade in my Ferrari for a hundred Honda Civic's

And get one of them bitches to, all of my bitches then

Put that shit on Twitter for ya, just to say I did it, hollup

Champagne for my guest

DJ Khalid on the speakerphone, tell em we the best

[Chorus x2]

[Outro - until the end:]

Smoking energy

Smoking on some energy