Juicy J
Juicy J - Stop It songtekst
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I'm a tell you broke niggas something Listen Make money, no vacation Pay cash don't make payments Getting high like I'm eighteen But I've been rich since the late eighty's Backstage, naked ladies Poppin pills and swallowing babies Bad bitches ain't come to play She gon' give me head before I go on stage New car, a couple, a hundred Ain't nothin' I call it play money Bugatti, Ferrari, the Benz, the Bentley Juicy stay stuntin Street niggas, we packin them 2's Play with it, make action news Put some money on your head, you worth a stack or two Real nigga I'm 100, I stay leanin, I chase money Niggas out here savin hoes, niggas need to be savin money Made mine, can't take it from me Hit the club, I take your woman Take her home, get some head, wake up breakfast in bed Yeah nigga that's grits and eggs Rich bitch don't forget the bread Up and down that interstate I move weight, that's Jenny Craig I'm a fuck me a model, I'm a fuck me a model You only get to live one time, so I'm a fuck me a model I make money all day then I ball with the profits Niggas hate on me, I tell em hatin' niggas stop it Go fuck with a bitch, get that becky then I'm gone Catch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong Catch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong Straight out of North niggas nigga 20 years in Still rich and ain't gon stop getting rich Told you niggas I ain't never gonna stop getting money Let's get it Bitch you ain't no killa And real niggas don't talk Start shit in this club It's going down in the parking lot Niggas get killed and then we ain't shedding no tears Niggas can't keep they mouth closed, judge give you them years Yo homie fuckin yo bitch And she ain't duckin yo cock Them noobies ain't holding you down And you call them niggas yo dogs They really out here hatin so stay strapped up like a tight They got guns, they got them rubies Except they not shootin blanks Pass straight them, broad daylight They don't care who lookin Young niggas got something to prove, niggas think he pushin Playin round in my hood and I'll smoke you like a swisha We don't care bout money and we don't play with them pistols I make money all day then I ball with the profits Niggas hate on me, I tell em hatin' niggas stop it Go fuck with a bitch, get that becky then I'm gone Catch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong Catch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong