Juvenile

Juvenile - Never Had Shit lyrics

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took over this shit, motherfuckers.
 Y'all don't know how ta do it. I'ma
 show ya how I live. (Number-one
 stunters.) Peep this shit out, lil' one:
 (This is how the fuck we do it, boy)

 [Juvenile]
 My pockets flooded with money like it been rainin' for months
 Put Jackie Chan outta business, tha way that I live stunt
 Man, I'll spend fifty G's on just a chair and a sofa
 Got tired of all that drivin' so I got me a chauffeur
 Gettin' head watchin' TV on tha block of Magnolia
 Give tha kids twenty dollars when I open my door
 My grill like marble floors, was workin' with four
 After we score, I laid there and got me six more
 Now my body needs ta be treated, I'm 'bout to get weak
 Full of that shit, gon' kill that man, he got me hungry and greedy
 They call my watch tha North Pole cuz it's flooded with ice
 It's a bitch in tha day, a motherfucker at night
 If somebody get my jewelry they'll be set for life
 Buy a house before tha wedding, and a ring for tha wife
 Money ain't shit ta me because I'm young and I'm blessed
 I don't carry no cash; it's credit cards, or checks

 (Chorus 4x [Juvenile])
 Actin' like a nigga that ain't never had shit
 Lookin' through my ben, sayin', "There's some asses."

 [Baby]
 Nigga, I stretched tha Rover, stopped playin' with these hoes
 Got a hundred on my left, fifty on tha wrist, ho
 [B.G.]
 Fuck, I be shinin' from tha clothes, cars, jewelry
 Got seven-year-old children wanna grow up to be like me
 [Baby]
 Niggas pullin' up, drivin' off tha showroom floor
 Got a mouth full of gold so I can boot these hoes
 [B.G.]
 Somebody asked me tha time, I just had ta look back
 Showed them tha biggettes on my watch and said how I could see that
 [Baby]
 Got trillion cut earrings so I can blind these hoes
 I'm tha number-one stunter fuckin' rap-hoes (rap-hoes)
 [B.G.]
 Stun'n is a way of livin', ya fuckin' with my clique
 Try ta pay tha dealership that sell tha shit that don't exist
 [Baby]
 I got all my hoes ridin' Lexus Coupe two-door
 Put tha Cadillac up, it was movin' too slow
 [B.G.]
 We Cash Money stunters runnin' long as tha street
 You wan' verify our cash, go ask First NBC, nigga

 (Chorus 4x)

 [Turk]
 Look, look
 Bitches... say I stunt too much
 It's o... k cuz I can back it up
 Know you gon'.. let me.. do what I do
 Rock my Rolie, ride drop-tops, too
 'Til tha day I die, I'm gon' shine
 Drive top-of-tha-line
 Pop bottles of wine
 Break bread with my cliquer niggas... niggas
 Toss hoes, take naked pictures... pictures
 Rap, hustle, get paid, nigga... nigga
 Try not to get a big head, nigga... nigga
 Look, you like my watch, ha
 You like my ring, ha
 You like tha way it look and how it bling bling, ha
 I got so many karats, I could feed ten rabbits
 Got so much ice, cool me down when I wear it
 Every nigga in my clique... bubble and glide
 Every nigga in my clique... sittin' low and high

 (Chorus 4x
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Language: English

Appearing on: The Greatest Hits (2004)

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