Ballin lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Kanye West)

Play me some pimpin', mane

And I'm ballin', I'm, I'm, and I'm ballin', I

And I'm ballin', and I'm ballin'

And I'm ballin', and one

And I'm ballin', off the glass

And I'm ballin', and one

And I'm ballin', blow the whistle

And I'm ballin', and one

And I'm ballin', off the glass

And I'm ballin', and one

And I'm ballin', blow the whistle

And I'm ballin', and one

And I'm ballin', off the glass

And I'm ballin', and one

And I'm ballin', blow the whistle

Let 'em all in

Let them fall in it

Let them play with all the dollars

Let them bathe in it

House so large, put a maze in it

I'm the type that take your chick out for lunch

In the middle of the White House lawn

Then switch up, start filming porn

Might tell the First Lady she can join

Do what I want when I want

Nigga you can keep them two pennies

I got a tub so big you can come and take swimmin' lessons in it

Now I'm peelin' off in a spaceship, with the ceiling

She just want to show her titties off

Carpet roll out, wanna hop off

Bout to hit the club like golf balls

Paparazzi tryna catch a nigga off guard

Nigga got me off the chain like guard dogs

Come on, dog

I'm too high, hot air balloon

All star, I'm on another planet

I just joined the fortune five hundred

Now I'm in the boardroom in pajamas

And I'm ballin', I'm, I'm, and I'm ballin', I

And I'm ballin', and I'm ballin'

And I'm ballin', and one

And I'm ballin', off the glass

And I'm ballin', and one

And I'm ballin', blow the whistle

And I'm ballin', and one

And I'm ballin', off the glass

And I'm ballin', and one

And I'm ballin', blow the whistle

And I'm ballin', and one

And I'm ballin', off the glass

And I'm ballin', and one

And I'm ballin', blow the whistle

And I'm ballin'

When you're boss you don't take shit, you don't call in

So fresh to death like I got dressed in a coffin

Folks ain't never gonna get it, I've been holding out long enough

Scratch that, now I'm on to somethin'

Fuck that, I ain't letting up

Cats gonna copy this shit

They gonna wanna hold my awards

Poor lil' Juicy J, this year I'm declaring war

Fuck they upset with me for?

Shut up J and be a decoy

Who the fuck they thinkin' we are?

M-Town ride smokin' blunts

We up, keep up, my chips, cheese puffs

That's real dope

See us Gd up, money talks, speak up

Sleep, what for?

I get some rest when I croak

I want a new island to dock my new boat

I went to the action and bought me a chopper

Now I need a new helipad for my home

And I'm ballin', I'm, I'm, and I'm ballin', I

And I'm ballin', and I'm ballin'

And I'm ballin', and one

And I'm ballin', off the glass

And I'm ballin', and one

And I'm ballin', blow the whistle

And I'm ballin', and one

And I'm ballin', off the glass

And I'm ballin', and one

And I'm ballin', blow the whistle

And I'm ballin', and one

And I'm ballin', off the glass

And I'm ballin', and one

And I'm ballin', blow the whistle

Bandz A Make Her Dance (Remix) lyrics - Juicy J (feat. French Montana, Wiz Khalifa, B.o.B & LoLa Monroe)

[Intro: Lil Wayne sample]

Remix baaaby!

[Chorus 2X: Juicy J]

Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance

All these chicks poppin' pussies, I'm just poppin' bands

Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance

These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands

[French Montana]

(MONTANA!)

Bands a make her dance, 20's make her glance

50's make her flip, 100's make her give me head (head)

Cheeks clappin' (clappin'), she don't use no hands (hands)

All this pussy poppin' (poppin'), I'm just poppin' bands (bands)

I just pay the mortgage (mortgage), I just pay the note (note)

Hurricane Katrina (Katrina), bitch you need a boat (boat)

Bitch you need to float, show me what your twerkin' with

20 bottles, 30 models, 40 burners, bitch!

[Lola Monroe]

She like what the fuck is a dollar bill, ass pound like impolo wheels

3 wheel motion, grip and grain, fuck the motion just get the change

I don't know what you thinking man, I take your money and get the brain

Them other bitches ain't build the same, he say you can't be real who built your frame

Ever seen a stripper got right, left, make it really wanna go pipe, that

But you ain't really gonna like, that, she fuck your brain, no mic, check

Money (money), bet you brake it off

You see that ass, you see that cash, bet she take it off like..

[Chorus - 1X]

[Wiz Khalifa]

Yeah, nigga...

Taylor Gang... Juicy, you a legend, nigga

Hahahahah...

Uhh, I brought some bands so won't you dance, throw a stack on 2 hands

Another stack now that's 2 bands, bought a friend now that's 2 fans

Gettin' trippy now that's 2 Xans, double that now that's 4 bands

Juicy J he got more bands, trappin' hard like Snowman

Smokin' loud another grown man

Been gettin' money since a young nigga, but they respect me now couse I'm a grown man (ooh)

Condo by the ocean, forgot my watch now that's a Rolex

Hit the strip club, and spend more bread, and spill champenge on her for head (Yeah ho)

Smokin' and sippin, I'm talkin' that rich shit hoppin' that broke niggas listen

Shorty keep poppin' it strippin I got to reach in to my pockets keep tippin

Seen her with the team, that's my bands chick

Got rich off the internet so it's safe to say that's my band width

Tahahaha... Uhh

[Chorus - 1X]

[B.o.B]

Uh, bands a make her dance, it'll make that ass go hammer,

It'll get her heels high for the sky, it'll make the 2 lips kiss the floor when she land (Damn)

That outta do it, if I'm with a bitch then she probetly hood

Gin on the rocks gone off the kush, gone off the bean,cshe in Mollywood

She dance for my bands like it's homecoming, she ain't working gettin' money, she at home cummin'

I state the facts, I brake her back if I drop a grip like it's snow money

I see broke niggas watching, cause they ain't got no paint

It's a lot of niggas saving hoes but Bobby Ray can't

I say whats going broke can y'all reminds us, lost in the money can't y'all finds us

Tosh and Nicole sliddin' on a pole, booty going dumb like Alzheimer

I say what's going broke please y'all remind us, self made niggas no co-sign us

Tosh and Nicole sliddin' down a pole, booty going dumb like Alzheimer

[Chorus - 1X]

[Juicy J]

Bank teller, bad bitches, paid niggas, they love me

Stripper hoes, married women, I be whether the bubby

Met a girl named Porsche, with a style ass like a horse

In V.I.P, at KOD, I'm gettin' oral intercourse

Twerking for bandz, I be on Xan, she gon' keep poppin' them racks on your hands

Juicy stay making it rain in the club, and I ain't leaving 'til that bitch flood

Rollin' like it's nothin', and I don't give a damn

I would say no to ratchet pussy but I just don't think I can

In the streets with a stripper sipping lean and tweakin', pop molly and that ass 'bout to get freaky

Gotta get some brain man and see what she thinkin', shawty don't spit, she like to keep it

White girls on that ox, and I'm on Bombay in that KK

Got major brain like Mitt Romney, fuck makin' it rain a tsunami

Bandz a make her dance [echoes]

Beautiful Ones lyrics - Juicy J

Uh huh

Ya boy Juicy J

Yo, I had to make this song for the beautiful ones

Cause it seem like all the time

The beautiful ones be the most thirsty

This is for the thoooooots

Thirsty ass hoes on me

This is for the thoooooots

Thirsty ass hoes on me

This is for the thoooooots (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)

Thirsty ass hoes on me (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)

This is for the thoooooots (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)

Thirsty ass hoes on me (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)

Look at her bank account, shawty ain't got a dime

She only get out of bed so she can twerk on vine

Time to go get some money baby, don't care if you're popular

She think she a model cause she got 3000 followers

But that don't pay yo bills

That won't feed yo kids

In the club every night, you think that's where she lives

Leave the kids with her mama, while she go around the corner

She gon buss it wide open then come home without a token

Got her legs wide open, got yo nose wide open

Tryin'a come from like she something, homeboy you must be jokin

She not worth it, she been up and down the block

Lil shawty ain't a wifey, now that's what'cha call a THOT

This is for the thoooooots

Thirsty ass hoes on me

This is for the thoooooots

Thirsty ass hoes on me

This is for the thoooooots (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)

Thirsty ass hoes on me (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)

This is for the thoooooots (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)

Thirsty ass hoes on me (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)

She a freak, so you know she got some freak friends

Need a babysitter every single weekend

I know you know the type

So caught up in the hype

Want a man that got his own, meanwhile they sharin tights

They at all the after parties, fuckin all the bald playas

Girl them pussy walls dead, you gon need a pall burial

But them niggas be thirsty, they be gassin you up

All them real niggas lookin at you laughin it up

I hope you wrappin it up, give that pussy a break

All them niggas you fuckin, you never been on a date!?

Baby you know who you are, it's written all over your face

Take a look in the mirror, point the finger and say

This is for the thoooooots

Thirsty ass hoes on me

This is for the thoooooots

Thirsty ass hoes on me

This is for the thoooooots (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)

Thirsty ass hoes on me (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)

This is for the thoooooots (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)

Thirsty ass hoes on me (T-H-O-T, T-H-O-T)

The beautiful ones

I'ma toast up right now

I got some champagne

I'ma toast up for all the beautiful ones

Cause those the real thirsty ones

So my nigga, make sure you wrap it up

And don't give these freaks all yo money

Cause they gon take it...

And spend it with another nigga

Let's go!

Blow Out lyrics - Juicy J

That's cash, nigga, I got bundles of it

You don't like it, but these bitches love it

If money ain't the topic, no discussion

I'mma need you broke niggas to change the subject

Niggas mad cause they see me stuntin'

Bet you hide when you see an OG coming

Catch me in the whip that I do about 200

In a whole month like I'm TV Johnny

Homie, I've been doing this shit, I'm a vet in this

Shit, you little niggas need to catch up

That Ferrari out there so fast it can fly

So sick it need a check up

Niggas went down when the chips wasn't low

Now they think I owe them something

Same niggas who was talking down on me

Want me to throw 'em something

Motherfucker, I walk up in the club then show out

Po' more out, you tripping if you bring your ho out

I throw dough out

Ain't nothing changed but my change and my chains and I'm ballin'

Numbers on the board, look like a blow out

Came this far all on my own

Hit after hit, now I'm in my zone

Bitch, I topped the charts [?]

Now the Billboard's my second home (ballin')

Blow out - ballin' [8x]

Just bought a cemetery (blow out- ballin')

They killing niggas all day (blow out- ballin')

Just put a million on the Lakers (blow out- ballin')

And I ain't ever at the games (blow out- ballin')

Smoking weed with a politician (blow out- ballin')

The nigga wearing my chains (blow out- ballin')

We go to dinner every night, celebrate (blow out- ballin')

Tip a hundred racks to the waitress (blow out- ballin')

Living in the clouds, but I still see clear

Motherfuckers hate the fact that we still here

I tour all year, if it's cash then I'm all ear

Same team, different state, feeling like my peers

I'm the star here, making toast, burning bread, nigga

My new gold chain exciting the feds, nigga

Got it on my own, never had to beg, nigga

Now everything Louie, Gucci in the mass, nigga

Still rolling up fresh out of the pound, nigga

Fly in your bitch then hit the town with her

You know Juicy the type to po' up, roll up a swisher then I get her high

Ain't no coming down, nigga, hash all in my rillo

My eyes in the red zone, but nah I ain't touchdown

Hoes used to flex on me

Now they do anything just to get me to cuff now

Only rock the finest shit

Closet filled with designer shit

All this ice in my rollie

I can't even see what time it is

I be thumbing through a check, bruh

Watch the Louie V store on Rodeo get shut down

Hit you niggas with the tech, bruh

Taking shots from the free throw line, but it ain't no fouls (ballin')

Blow out - ballin' [8x]

I'm allergic to these broke niggas (blow out- ballin')

So I went and bought a plane (blow out- ballin')

Duffle with Columbians (blow out- ballin')

While you niggas cutting cake (blow out- ballin')

I'm Russia buying diamonds (blow out- ballin')

While you niggas buying chains (blow out- ballin')

Your wife say "Juicy, when y'all fucking?" (blow out- ballin')

Get used to my name (blow out- ballin')

Your wife say "Juicy, when y'all fucking?"

Get used to my name

Boat Load lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Machine Gun Kelly)

Inhale, sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale

Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, let's go

Yeah nigger, yeah nigger, I don't read up

Got a fresh boat load but they loused up, took me above

Got me high as fuck, made a paranoid

I got my forty tucks, smoking and talking and kushing

Looking for pussy, there's gushy, hitting the switches with bitches

Living and join my riches

Niggers can't get with this pimping, straight born and raised out of Memphis

Runs... Dennis, rowing and get what I...

Smoking on that medical, high up on a pedestal

Blowing on that green love, feeling so incredible

Smoking get me high, but I be higher off them edibles

Still riding dirty but I'm dodging all the federals

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale

Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, let's go

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve O

I'm a wild boy, fuck a eight time need o

28 grams that allow to that, matter of fact naked I pounded that

Get a double... with sour diesel and lemon g that's how is that

I'm in the gang but my og's kush

Blow that loud, makes me shush

23 jays and a red bow, call me Michael Jordan, mister swush, mister swush, mister swush

Don't shit ask,.. that tush, this right here is my bad

A purple man wanna go down that bush

Everyday... to see for me

Everybody's telling... but no the tree

So Santa Clause I got special cookies for him when he comes down my chimney

I got much to tear, much in there, nothing return means my frigider

I'm the... shepherd as much is shit, smoke everything fuck the air, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, inhale

Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale

Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale

Sour diesel white little kush, bottle boat, let's go.

Built lyrics - Juicy J & YKOM

[Juicy J:]

I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they don't stop

I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they don't stop

I'm ridin' spinners, ridin' spinners, they don't stop

Niggas ain't built like that

Fall through SoHo House, you don't know none' 'bout that

Bought my mama a house, show my love like that

Black card don't max out, Rich Homie Quan, I flex

Bond my niggas out, you niggas ain't built like that

Blessin' gon' come right back, you niggas ain't real like that

In the big body sittin' in the back, you niggas just hear about that

Spend the money, get it right back, yeah, I be in the field like that

Run off, don't come back, you might get killed like that

I got stripes, like Off-White, got that Saint Laurent

LV shades, on my face, you can't see my eyes

I'm at Diddy's house, drinkin' straight Ciroc

Neiman Marcus, run through bargains, fuck my money up

Met this bitch, her ass is perfect, stored her name as Buns

Hit her once and eject her just like they did LeBron

Don't look like she from Colombia, I don't wanna fuck

I just stay down with that shit and now my numbers up

I know for a fact, niggas ain't built like that

Invest in myself, I can make a mil like that

I can see you chasin' that clout, should've took a whole 'nother route

She sleep with it in her mouth, something you don't know none' 'bout

Fall through SoHo House, you don't know none' 'bout that

Bought my mama a house, show my love like that

Black card don't max out, Rich Homie Quan, I flex

Bond my niggas out, you niggas ain't built like that

Blessin' gon' come right back, you niggas ain't real like that

In the big body sittin' in the back, you niggas just hear about that

Spend the money, get it right back, yeah, I be in the field like that

Run off, don't come back, you might get killed like that

[YKOM:]

Yo, fall through SoHo House

Yeah I pull up like that

The big body and it's matte black

You niggas can't get like that

I guess I be killing another league

Think he better, he smokin' a different weed

I'm the king and there can't be no in-between

Keep on talking, that money gon' intervene

Pull up with a new bitch, the new coupe came with the stick

I got the whole squad gettin' hit, and we in LV gettin' lit

I learned not to fuck with them better hoes

Leave the dealer and go cop another Rolls

More face on me, and you know it's real

They gon' hate on the boss, 'cause niggas is soft like that

And I'll break you off like that

Keep on asking the cost when business involved, and niggas get paused like that

Put it in they face, just to see these bitches chase

I've been running up a pace, flowers in the vase

Never nice with the case, and these niggas in the way

But they'll be okay

[Juicy J:]

Fall through SoHo House, you don't know none' 'bout that

Bought my mama a house, show my love like that

Black card don't max out, Rich Homie Quan, I flex

Bond my niggas out, you niggas ain't built like that

Blessin' gon' come right back, you niggas ain't real like that

In the big body sittin' in the back, you niggas just hear about that

Spend the money, get it right back, yeah, I be in the field like that

Run off, don't come back, you might get killed like that

I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they don't stop

I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they don't stop

I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they don't stop

I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they rollin'

I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they don't stop

I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they don't stop

I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they don't stop

I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners, they rollin'

Butterfly Effect (Remix) lyrics - Juicy J

Hey Mike

Yeah what up?

Turn the microphone up just a little bit

This one of my favourite song right here

Had to remix this

Murda on the beat so it's not nice

For this life, I cannot change (Yeah hoe!)

Hidden Hills, deep off in the main

M&M's, sweet like candy cane

Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)

For this life, I cannot change (Yeah hoe!)

Hidden Hills, deep off in the main

M&M's, sweet like candy cane (Mafia!)

Drop the top (Mafia), pop it, let it bang

I said it can't fuck with the legacy not at all

Niggas say they finna re-up I done spent that in the mall

Even though imma stand up got niggas wanna see me fall

Like I had them niggas come collect a nigga all I gotta do is make a call

I know some bitches that be getting to it and they trap harder than y'all

Makin' summertime in the wintertime cause I know I'm hotter than 'em all

Put a hit out like the mob

Feed niggas to my dawgs

Y'all fucking' with the pigs?

Nigga we just ball hard

I can't even look at you now cause you so fake I'm appalled

Y'all making them statements so them cases gettin' sold

Gotta stay the fuck away from y'all

Y'all gettin' too involved

I know some niggas throwing rakes up, I know some niggas reppin' finball

I know some niggas puttin' cake up, I know some niggas that'd spend it all

I know some niggas that done changed up, some stay the same through it all

When [?] was locked up I wrote a letter to him told him we gone get it all

I ain't had nobody playing it nice it was just me and Paul (Mafia!)

For this life, I cannot change (Yeah hoe!)

Hidden Hills, deep off in the main

M&M's, sweet like candy cane

Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)

For this life, I cannot change (Yeah hoe!)

Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Yeah yeah)

M&M's, sweet like candy cane

Drop the top, pop it, let it bang

Cali High lyrics - Juicy J (feat. Project Pat)

Man I'm geeked up. Love these cali drugs so much smoke you cant see in this mother fucker.

Mayne hey lets get up out this jump.

All this smoke gon out this car.

I'm in luv with the cali drugs, like the cali bud, I got some weed strips you should try you some.

Pop a pill bruh, nah forreal though.

I'm just trying to get you high [X a few]

What you know about being cali high? [x3]

I'm just trying to get you high

[Juicy J]

I'm so high that it got a nigga nervous.

I'm so drunk that it gotta nigga swerving.

Sweatin so hard that a nigga barely breathin.

All in the slow lane but a nigga speedin inhalin so much cali kush try my best to stay warm.

window fogged up Cadillac full of smoke.

I Got dui so I know I cant get pulled over.

No, I'm bullshitting man I shoulda got a chauffer.

Nigga just high, ridin late night, 5 in the morning idda call daylight,

the bitch finna trill, but I don’t give a fuck, I might hit her with this dick, and shut her ass up.

I'm in luv with the cali drugs, like the cali bud, I got some weed strips you should try you some.

Pop a pill bruh, nah forreal though.

I'm just trying to get you high [X a few]

[Project Pat]

What you know about that medical purp with them red hairs in the medicine jar with chunks of purple weed stuff.

Break it down in my hands and it gets reall crumbly, sell it back in Memphis then my pockets real jumbly.

Permanently inhalin kush smoke, blow it out my nose.

Didn’t feel like rose look, bullshit pop tha more, throwin dope at the stripper ho, show her good love, weed smoking goin on plus we blows in the club.

Pink lady maybe or blue dolphins, got them strippers at the room, and we is tossin.

Blunt in my mouth, white hairs full of balls in, pull it out her mouth rub her own strokin balls in.

I'm in luv with the cali drugs, like the cali bud, I got some weed strips you should try you some.

Pop a pill bruh, nah forreal though.

I'm just trying to get you high [X3]

[Repeat until end]

Everywhere We Go lyrics - Bun B, Juicy J & Project Pat (feat. Cory Mo & Pimp C)

[Pimp C:]

Everywhere we go (Cory Mo), we represent the South (Yeah, ho)

For them niggas and them girls with them golds in they mouth (Yeah, ho)

Every-everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)

It's all about the trill, bitch, you ain't what this about (Yeah, let's get it; Yeah, ho)

[Juicy J:]

I heard you stompin' in these streets, your ribs is touchin'

Niggas too lazy to grind, they think they just gon' get lucky

We don't do no handouts where I'm from, we out here hustlin'

If a nigga don't wanna get out here and get no money, I can't trust 'em

No favors in my budget, that's over with, no bluffin' 'bout my poker chips

Just because you knew me when I was broke don't mean I owe you shit

I'm in this bitch just like big bil', a check, I'm still callin' plays

You type of nigga that search my name on Google to see how much I make

You're not who you really say you is, you a character

Please, go take that monkey jewelry off, it's embarrassing

They don't fuck with Juicy J, okay, it ain't no pressure

'Cause I'm still gon' keep it P, let Peter Piper picked the pepper, bitch

[Pimp C:]

Everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)

For them niggas and them girls with them golds in they mouth (Yeah, ho)

Every-everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)

It's all about the trill, bitch, you ain't what this about, what this about (Yeah, ho)

Everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)

For them niggas and them girls with them golds in they mouth (Yeah, ho)

Every-everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)

It's all about the trill, bitch, you ain't what this about, what this about (Yeah, ho)

[Bun B:]

Now everyday all I see is hatin' all around me

So it's downing, they talkin' down, tryna clown me

Best to leave me alone and they gon' have to leave me where they found me

Best you put it up before I put you down me

We're not the same, we ain't even in the same zip code

Busta, I will bust mode and around when I'm in flip mode

You know that I'm dripped out, you know that I get dough

You know I'm the boss, so step aside before I explode

Dirty South legend out, size is eighty-seven

If you cross me and my brethren, the outcome won't be pleasant

You gon' have to call a reverend and tell him find the pot for you

When I finish givin' you and your crew what I got for you, bitch

[Pimp C:]

Everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)

For them niggas and them girls with them golds in they mouth (Yeah, ho)

Every-everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)

It's all about the trill, bitch, you ain't what this about, what this about (Yeah, ho)

Everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)

For them niggas and them girls with them golds in they mouth (Yeah, ho)

Every-everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)

It's all about the trill, bitch, you ain't what this about, what this about (Pattah; (Yeah, ho)

[Project Pat:]

We ain't cut from the same cloth (Nah, nah)

I can leave my chains off (Uh-huh)

I ain't even in you mark, used to be a game boss (Oh, oh)

We ain't got the same flaws

You do donuts in that bitch (Skrrt)

I'm purchasin' private jets

In my earring, neck, baguettes

Project Pat gon' get respect

Hennessey, Tennessee

What you reap is what you sow

That's why you gon' give me me

Eyeballin' my plate, mane

That's gon' have your pockets low

Reachin' for what's on it, dog

That's gon' make that rocket blow

I'm the king like pharoah

I got shooters on payroll

They do just like I say so

You wanna play, this ain't Play-Doh

When I was in the street, I would never kiss and tell

Done my taxes MCI, I did time with the cartel

[Pimp C:]

Everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)

For them niggas and them girls with them golds in they mouth (Yeah, ho)

Every-everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)

It's all about the trill, bitch, you ain't what this about, what this about (Yeah, ho)

Everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)

For them niggas and them girls with them golds in they mouth (Yeah, ho)

Every-everywhere we go, we represent the South (Yeah, ho)

It's all about the trill, bitch, you ain't what this about, what this about (Yeah, ho)

[Juicy J:]

Please, go take that monkey jewelry off, it's embarrassing (Yeah, ho, yeah ho)

Please, go take that monkey jewelry off, it's embarrassing (Yeah, ho)

Come Through lyrics - Juicy J

Lil bad bitch say she wanna come through

I'm chilling at the spot you could come through

Say her friend wanna come, tell her she can come too

I'm gon' cum, you gon' cum, tell her she gon' cum too

Lil bad bitch say she wanna come through

I'm chilling at the spot you could come through

Say her friend wanna come, tell her she can come too

I'm gon' cum, you gon' cum, tell her she gon' cum too

I used to be that nigga that would take ya hoe

If she ain't sucking dick then she gon' have to go

Now I'm on some new shit I'm so fucking cold

Now I have 'em eat each other at the door

Spending all this money like this shit ain't nothing

Pull up full of drugs like I'm David Ruffin

Sprinter full of hoes they just wanna party

I told you once before these hoes for everybody

The loud burning with my niggas, them extendos with us

Came to party but we keep them triggers

Pour Patron on a thirsty hoe

You done seen a lot of shit but you ain't never been fucked on a boat

Lil bad bitch say she wanna come through

I'm chilling at the spot you could come through

Say her friend wanna come, tell her she can come too

I'm gon' cum, you gon' cum, tell her she gon' cum too

Lil bad bitch say she wanna come through

I'm chilling at the spot you could come through

Say her friend wanna come, tell her she can come too

I'm gon' cum, you gon' cum, tell her she gon' cum too

I seen her with her ass all out

She said she left her man at the house

She said she going live on Facebook

She say she do her thang with a grapefruit

She trynna get with any nigga with some dough

She wanna bring a friend to enjoy the show

Well I'm a tell them bitches meet me at the room

Cause I got something else for the both of you

And you gon' have to share that pussy with the crew

You talking all this shit its time to show and prove

We throwing all these hundreds on that fat ass booty

You throw that pussy at me I'm a alley-oop it

Lil bad bitch say she wanna come through

I'm chilling at the spot you could come through

Say her friend wanna come, tell her she can come too

I'm gon' cum, you gon' cum, tell her she gon' cum too

Lil bad bitch say she wanna come through

I'm chilling at the spot you could come through

Say her friend wanna come, tell her she can come too

I'm gon' cum, you gon' cum, tell her she gon' cum too

F.I.G.H.T. lyrics - Mike WiLL Made-It, Eearz, Gucci Mane, YG, Trouble, Quavo & Juicy J

(from "Creed II: The Album" soundtrack)

[Rocky Balboa & Adonis Creed:]

Why do you wanna fight?

What you talking about, I just told you why

No you didn't Donnie

Why do you wanna fight?

I get why they wanna fight you, I know what they're fighting for, what about you?

Listen to me, you got everything to lose, he's got nothing to lose

When a fighter ain't got nothing to lose, he's dangerous!

[Eearz:]

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight

Give a fuck what my nigga did

Run 'em down, work 'em, that rumble

Give a fuck what my nigga did

Run 'em down, work 'em, that rumble

All of you stuck in the projects, nigga I'm goin' off site

All of you stuck in the projects, nigga I'm goin' off site

(Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight)

[Eearz & Juicy J:]

Who got my back? Ain't nobody holdin' me back

I'm out here fighting for my life, no tellin' what come with it right?

My momma needed bills and lights

I'm prayin' for some better days

I can't go havin' sleepless nights (Shit)

But nigga that's life, when you tryna do right like Spike

But the licks be lookin' enticing

This shits such a roll of the dice, police wanna read me rights

I got no time to relax, when the wall up against my back

My vice reach on a ten, nigga I'll knock out your lights

Mike Will saved my life, this life will hit you like Mike, Tyson

We steady then go on strike (Boom)

Fuck these niggas mean? Nigga I grew up mean

Nigga I came up in scenes that these niggas never seen

Everyday I got to-

[Eearz & Gucci Mane:]

Fight, fight, (Ayy), fight (Yeah), fight (Mike Will)

Fight (Bitch), fight, fight, fight

Fight (Evil Genius), fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight

[Gucci Mane:]

My bitch went through my phone last night when I was sleep

Woke up startin' a fight, 'bout a quarter passed three

"Who is Diane, Gucci who is Monique"

I said "I'm the dope man, everybody know me" (It's Gucci)

Chillin' in the club, in the V.I.P

Nigga hand frigid and all the hoes dig it

There's always one young nigga, wanna be brave

Like we gon' put his ass on the fuckin' front page

Put your hands on your knees, that's a R.I.P

Well it's hum like a hummingbird, sting like a bee

Put the drum in the bitch, make her mute, make it kick

She so sprung on the dick, she just swung on the bitch

[Eearz:]

Fight, fight, fight (Huh), fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight

[Project Pat:]

We gon' rumble in this ho

All you weak ass niggas get yo' ass off the floor

We gon' rumble in this ho

We gon' rumble in this ho

All you weak ass niggas get yo' ass off the floor

We gon'-

[YG:]

Kick a nigga in the head with the hard bottoms

Your homies is dying, I don't give no fuck, that's your problem

Tryna catch yo' ass when your homies around ya

I ain't tryna talk, I'm gon' beat the ho up out ya

Hit your ass with that left right, left right, hit him in the chest right

Knock his as out out, hope he lived his best life

I be in his ear sayin' gang like, gang like

I be on a jet niggas still better think twice

I be on with the homies on the block, they ain't livin' right

I be on with the homies on the block, that're killer type

I be with the homies, with the homies, with the homies

With the homies, with the homies, with the homies, yeah gorilla type

YG stole that, no nigga hold that, fuck your party, spark me up, throw that

Niggas know the program, the program, the program

Spit in a niggas face, pipe a nigga ho down

Take a nigga chain, take a nigga chain

Take a nigga chain then sell it back to him

Now everybody knew, everybody knew you a ho

And so YG do em'

[Eearz:]

Fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight (And so YG do em')

Fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight

[Trouble:]

Fighting like all of my life, know I'm real right and the streets call me "Zilla"

Leanin' up there, that what you like, heard you been talkin' up under your pillows

I get it poppin' on sight, not just with Mike, get you beat like I'm Mike Will

That drum hangin' under the TEC, kill, the drummer like Eearz and Dipset

Give a fuck about a nigga height, I still put you lil' babies on ice

You can be same way that I be, get hit with they car he sounding like

Pump it up for a nigga then, tell 'em come let the gorillas in

They don't wanna let the gorillas in

It's okay I been knockin' doors off the hinge

Get the gloves if you 'bout it

In your zone homocide get you watered, know the Scoob get you watered

You can fuck with me? Seriously doubt it, your trick got rerouted

Now tell me what the fuck is your problem?

You gotta be ready fool, don't tell me you ain't hear the announcement

[Eearz & Trouble:]

Fight, fight, fight, fight

Fight, fight, fight, fight (Don't tell me you ain't hear the announcement)

Fight, fight, fight (Hey), fight (Hey)

Fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hey)

[Quavo:]

Yeah, knuckle up, knuckle up

Nigga got hit with the upper cut

He got a cut on his eye, damn now he can't see it done closed up (Damn)

Fuck it (Fuck it), fight (Fight)

Get your stripes (Stripes, bow! Bow! Bow!)

Hit him knockin' out your lights (Hit him)

Look at my arm, my knuckle, my knuckle, now he lay down in front of me (Hold me up)

My momma would told pipe 'em up, pipe 'em up, while she was sittin' in the front seat (Momma)

It be like, I coulda used combos, but I hit him with a one piece (Combos)

It be like, I coulda just told you, I rather you one me (One up)

It be like, he hit the canvas, whole crowd a be like (Oh)

You went out the saddest, whole crowd a be like (Woo)

I can imagine, view from the ground, it be like (Damn)

Wanna rematch it? Hit my phone and be like-

[Eearz & Juicy J:]

Fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hit 'em)

Fight (Hit 'em), fight (Hit 'em), fight (Hit 'em), fight (Hit 'em)

Fight (Left), fight (Right), fight (Left), fight (Right)

Fight (Hit 'em), fight (Hit 'em), fight, fight

(Shut da fuc up)

[Juicy J:]

Mama didn't have it (Yeah hoe), so they cut off the lights (Yeah hoe)

Now I'm drippin' in ice (Yeah hoe), and we don't need no lights (Yeah hoe)

You want that check first you gotta earn stripes

I've been through hell, feel like I did it twice

I got it bussin' like I got the pipe

Came up from nothin', I'm uppin' the price

I'm from the jungle (Jumanji), where gorillas and apes be (Yeah hoe)

You don't wanna rumble (Yeah hoe), these niggas can't take me (Yeah hoe)

Niggas said that they love me (Yeah hoe), but they show me they hate me (Yeah hoe)

It's a cold, cold world, no need for AC (Yeah hoe)

Nigga I have my own bag, rich nigga I own that

Nigga I'm from the projects, got a house where the Combs at

I ain't tryna kick it, no air in the ball, that mothafucker on flat

I cannot lose like Floyd when this on the line, it's no match

Tried to take it and you gotta-

[Outro:]

Fight, fight, fight

Feeling Faded lyrics - Juicy J (with Wiz Khalifa & Project Pat)

[Juicy J:]

Winners circle

We scrapin' up all this money man

The hustle continues

I'm feelin' faded, and elevated

Buying everything so they can tell I made it

I'm rolling papers, they tryna' fade us

I keep that money comin' in, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm rolling papers, man I'm faded

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

Man I'm blowing all this loud

I'll be damned to let a nigga take it

I'm a stoner wake and bake'n ain't no exit?

Plenty syrup, plenty loud, nigga you ain't heard

All this cake a nigga makin', better than desert

Keep that chopper on alert

Bombay quench my thirst

All these dead presidents I'm a need a hearse

I'm getting faded, I'm so high

Bout to spark, Captain Kirk

Wastin' weed, in my lap, tryna roll up but I swerve

You say you not sucking dick, bitch you got some nerve

Put this condom on your ear hoe fuck what you heard

I'm the shit, you just a turd, you ain't shit mark my words

Got bitches who give me brain 'til I'm a nerd

I'm feelin' faded, and elevated

Buying everything so they can tell I made it

I'm rolling papers, they tryna' fade us

I keep that money comin' in, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm rolling papers, man I'm faded

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

[Wiz Khalifa:]

They try to talk about me cause I'm always staying positive

Ridin' clean she wakin' up and cleanin' that's just how I live

Niggas busy stressin', I'm just smokin' weed and takin' shots

Gotta keep the proper medication cause I think a lot

Fresh out the jacuzzi smokin' doobies in my Ksubis

Face time her bring her to the trap to watch some movies

Netflix, champagne, Apple TV

Best believe its going down, you fuckin' with a, G

[Juicy J:]

I'm feelin' faded, and elevated

Buying everything so they can tell I made it

I'm rolling papers, they tryna' fade us

I keep that money comin' in, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm rolling papers, man I'm faded

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

[Project Pat:]

Scrape it up, scoop it up

We just tryna pile it up

Buying drugs where I'm from

You might get fucked like a slut

Medical cali in my lungs, hustlers hold them rollies up

Gas get in my pockets fat, stuffed like a stromboli bruh

In the club sparkles on them bottles like fourth of July

Bookin' shows all the way to Mississipi all the way to the Dubai

Rollin papers smokin' like a hippie brains in the sky

Rari light, police ask me questions know I'm a lie

Cause I'm 100 like a Calico

Cigarillo full of medical

You know wheels off the credit bro

We poppin' bottles and we stackin' dough

[Juicy J:]

I'm feelin' faded, and elevated

Buying everything so they can tell I made it

I'm rolling papers, they tryna' fade us

I keep that money comin' in, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

I'm rolling papers, man I'm faded

I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it, I'm a scrape it

First Night lyrics - Lyrical Lemonade, Teezo Touchdown, Juicy J, Cochise, Denzel Curry & Lil B

Come and let me teach you how to sing

Oh, you didn't know that I could sing?

Old girl know that I can sing

The whole world knows that I can sing

It's all about me, me, me, me, me, me, me

Me, me, me, me, me, me, yes

Somebody help me sing

Somebody help me sing about me

Let a nigga hit it on the first night

I just wanna fuck, I'm not tryna fall in love

Gon' let a nigga hit it on the first night

I'ma real nigga, you know I would never judge

Gon' let a nigga hit it on the first night

Nigga hit it, gon' let a nigga hit it

Gon' let a nigga hit it on the first night

Let a nigga hit, gon' let a nigga

Told her do it for the gang

I'm like, baby, whatcha doing? Uh, come and do it, uh

Money coming fluent, uh, it influence her

I can run into it, uh, run into it, uh

She like, "Nigga, if you lucky you can come and view it," uh

I'm like "Baby, what you mean?"

I might pull up to the scene

She like, "Nigga, how you do it?" I might beat it, Billie Jean

Yeah, she a real one, when I tell her dip, she finna leave

I'm a rich one, when I'm in the whip it got no keys

Swearing that I'm weak, I be prayin' before I eat

I keep God on my side, nigga playing like it's sweet

Keep the fye in a bag if a nigga actin' street

If a nigga wanna try me, we can push up where he sleep

Let me get my verse right, hit it on the first night

Grippin' on her ass like white women grip they purse tight

If it's gettin' cash then, my nigga, it's a birthright

Hit it once, hit it twice

End it for the third strike

I be a thief in the night, I'll steal anything but some pussy

Gotta keep it P 'cause you know this game ain't built for rookies

All of these shows gon' overbook me, I know where the O's at

Look at these broke lame niggas askin', "Where the hoes at?"

"Can I get a dub?"

Naw, dawg, getcho money up

"Girl, where my hug?"

Listen, dawg, she don't fuck witcha

Only deal with real rich niggas and some hustlers

I see whatcha thirst like, when it comes to me she'll

Let a nigga hit it on the first night

I just wanna fuck, I'm not tryna fall in love

Gon' let a nigga hit it on the first night

I'ma real nigga, you know I would never judge

Gon' let a nigga hit it on the first night

Nigga hit it, gon' let a nigga hit it

Gon' let a nigga hit it on the first night

Let a nigga hit, gon' let a nigga

Rest in peace Miggy two times

Lyrical Lemonade

You know

One night stands are alright

But love is the greatest

Having sex on the first night is cool

But we can wait

It's so much love in this world

Take your time

Ask questions first

Let's talk

It's so much respect in the air

Don't worry about it

But you can fuck too if you want

But don't feel like you got to

You don't got to

For Everybody lyrics - Juicy J (feat. R. City & Wiz Khalifa)

[Intro - Juicy J:]

It's a lot been going on mane

Know I'm saying'

Time for me to address this shit

Tired of hearing about it

Let's go, yeah

[Hook - Juicy J:]

(These hoes)

They for everybody

Pass them all around, they at every party

They ain't gon be loyal, not for anybody

Still I love these hoes

(These hoes)

They for everybody

Oh, that was your girl? oops, I'm sorry

Don't bring her around, this just too much money

Yeah I love these hoes

[Verse 1 - Juicy J:]

She's a superfreak, superfreak

Met her in Liv last week

She was in there with Meek

In VIP, then she left with me

She said she fuck with Breezy

Do I wanna keep it? Nah, that ho too sleazy

Now she fuck with Jeezy

Don't believe me? The shit's all over TV

Now she work the pole, but you ain't know

That's how she make her dough

Seen her in New York

She was all throwed, forgot we met before

She say she fuck with Drake

I ain't surprised, all these hoes fucking with Drake

I asked why she out this way

Said she on a date, then she left with Trey

When will niggas learn?

Hoes like a doorknob, everybody gets a turn

Chicks be so high-class on the internet

But don't got shit she earned

She got that bag from Juicy J

She got that ass from Rudy Gay

Now your silly ass down on one knee

Fuck man, is you cray?

[Hook - Juicy J:]

(These hoes)

They for everybody

Pass them all around, they at every party

They ain't gon be loyal, not for anybody

Still I love these hoes

(These hoes)

They for everybody

Oh, that was your girl? oops, I'm sorry

Don't bring her around, this just too much money

Yeah I love these hoes

[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa:]

Man, I fell in love with a stripper

Funny thing is I fell back out of love quicker

They don't pay attention to love anyway

They only concerned with what the haters say

Bottles be turnin these girls into thots

Instagram turnin these wifes into hoes

No real life they just readin the comments

Mess with a real one and get you exposed

I had a time when my mine was caught up

My niggas was lookin like what is he on

My family was too scared to talk to a nigga

Ain't comin back now the case just got closed

She do what she told

Sharin is carin that pussy ain't gold

Sorry you ain't in control

You all about that money, thats shit that I throw

Just make sure you clean off that pole

They turn on the TV and get on the gram

And say that's relationship goals

Trust me don't save em' anything goes with...

[Hook - Juicy J:]

(These hoes)

They for everybody

Pass them all around, they at every party

They ain't gon be loyal, not for anybody

Still I love these hoes

(These hoes)

They for everybody

Oh, that was your girl? oops, I'm sorry

Don't bring her around, this just too much money

Yeah I love these hoes

[Bridge - Juicy J:]

Stop cuffing my nigga

Is you the police?

Is you the police?

Is you the police?

Why you cuffing my nigga?

Is you the police?

Is you the police?

Is you the police?

[Hook - Juicy J:]

(These hoes)

They for everybody

Pass them all around, they at every party

They ain't gon be loyal, not for anybody

Still I love these hoes

(These hoes)

They for everybody

Oh, that was your girl? oops, I'm sorry

Don't bring her around, this just too much money

Yeah I love these hoes

Freaky Before lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (with Juicy J, Cash Out and Project Pat)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Calling up, wanna know exactly what's going on

Work all night, fall through the trap in the early morn'

She don't waste any time she getting what she want

Don't hesitate, baby relax your mind hit this KK and elevate

Kicking it with some real niggas nothing like them clones

Should be soaking up all this swag instead they going through your phone

Girl, Instagram ain't got that many likes

First she ain't smoke when I approached her now she rolling them right

And holding 'em tight, going all night, you know I'm the type

I lower the lights, and

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

[Juicy J:]

Boo you nasty throw your legs up, I'm in my zone

Take off your dress take off your bra I'm tryna make you moan

Make yo ankles touch, my thumb in yo' pussy

Caressing your butt and tell you, how much I wanna fuck

But I like watching you, freak me before I hit that ass

Oh you, wanna share me tonight, then call your friend from Georgia Tech

Cause I enjoy her neck, and I enjoy your breasts

And y'all can fuck me first and eat each other next

I'm so blessed, I'll enjoy the show

Weed smoke, camera open on my iPhone

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

[Project Pat:]

Project Pat-uh, touch them toes-ayes, my lil bros-ayes [?]

Them tats, on that soft pretty skin, and a wet, pussy

I must say, make me wanna murder seen that kitty with it

Promethazine sucking titties, on her mouth I show no pity

Head fire, got them toes curled up like nappy hair

Polo is my underwear she open them legs what's up in thur

I'm going in and out and in and out

I'm trying to keep my [?]

She freaky as she need to be, showing that she fuck with me

She always sucking me

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

She getting freaky before the bed

Fuk Columbia Records lyrics - Juicy J

What Juicy say he be like?

Shut the fuck up

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck y'all hoes

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck y'all hoes (Mafia)

Fuck y'all hoes

Fuck y'all hoes

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck y'all hoes

Fuck y'all hoes

Fuck Columbia Records, tell them bitches count they days

Since I got all these chains they must think a nigga a slave

They want a nigga that own no masters

They want a nigga that call them master

Hell no, I ain't gon' go, Juicy ain't no ho

If I waited on Columbia, then I'd be out here broke

I sold albums, sold out tours but I never sold my soul

Nigga do all this fuckin' grindin', hustlin', 24/7

Soon as my shit start bubblin' up, they want all the credit (Fuck y'all)

Record labels can eat a dick

They wanna sit back and get rich

You in a lake house in New Hampshire

What the fuck you know 'bout a hit?

How I last this fuckin' long, I stay solid to this day

They throw a contract in your face, want you to sign your life away

Fuck 'em

Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all hoes

Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all hoes

Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all hoes

Fuck y'all hoes (Mafia)

Fuck y'all hoes

Fuck y'all hoes

Fuck, fuck, fuck y'all hoes

Fuck y'all hoes

Fuck 'em

Well it's not your game, you didn't make the rules

So everything comes hard

As long as you're signed to a contract, you're gonna take a minority share of the winnings

A select few of us will do well, the majority will not

So as a people, will be considered a minority

But let's stop and take a moment to look at yourself

There's nothing minor about you, you are a blessed people

You're the most talented on earth and you are still grateful

That is why upon winning in their game, you always thank God

Tonight, I would like to ask one favor of you

Imagine what it all would be like in our own game

Peace and love for one another

Juicy J other songs:

 

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)