Bay bay wussup mane?

Wuddup Juicy?

Wiz wussup?

Project Pat wussup?

Taylor Gang in this bitch



We"re pourin' drinks in the club, smell the weed when we coming in

We ain"t worried bout the game 'cus we running it

Got a joint, with a bottle in my other hand

Bitches love me, niggas hatin' on me 'cus I got cash in a rubberband

I got cash in a rubberband

I got cash in a rubberband

I got cash in a rubberband



Commas after commas, if it"s money I"m comin'

I got bands, mister drummin' f**k the hoes that you lovin'

Designer's that's nothing, private jet, man that's stuntin'

You never did this shit so my niggas start frontin'

Last lady with me, she ain"t even legal

I let er drive the Benz cuz she match my ego

Derek Jeter set, I'm ballin' like rollin'

Catchin' wind with the top down, I feel like I'm ballin'

Money don"t bend, zeros don"t end

All this money that I'm stackin' in, I done setting a trend

Still owning that real shit, you rap niggas are gon' kill shit

Hunned bands, throw it in the club

Don"t give a shit cus I"m still rich



I got 20, 000 ones in my britches-s-s

I'm'ma f**k the throw, all this only bitches is

You niggas life savin', one night you spending this

Shawty ass killin, she ain"t leavin' no witnesses

We throwin' money all night, we ain"t running now

On my Juicy J swag nigga and I"m showin 'out

Molly in yo girl ass and my dick in her mouth

If she don't finish all her food I ain"t pullin' out

Rubberband bang bro, choppas that a blow a ho

Bigger than a hoola hoop through your residential door

Blowin' presidential smoke

This that Cali buzz

Man plus we makin' G"s and getting our dicks sucked