[Intro: Juicy J] Cant stop this money flow, broke ass niggas (never) Hatin' ass niggas man
[Verse 1: Juicy J] I got them shooters on deck AK's with banana clips We aint bout that talking you get smoked like castle sticks My nigga only move a real niggas and goons They dont know how to talk, they only know how to shoot Drop a couple bands, and get your top cut off While I'm somewhere with some rich white folks playing golf My Benz got a hole in the top like a dolphin I'm on this codeine because this weed got me coughin' From Memphis Tenneesse where it aint ten a ki Find a nigga dead in his house, he just a memory Niggas starving in these streets, coming for your stash A gun plus a mask, you do that math Still steppin' on them blocks like hopscotch Goons on deck shootin' like they own a shot clock Real nigga always countin' like a stop watch Bullet after toaster turn you to a pop tart Hundred bands on the watch bitch its my time We were totin' pistols to school before Columbine Juicy J, North Memphis vet I went and bought a Corvette and put it on my neck Money talk, you broke niggas is deaf Bitch I'm blowin' on loud and so is my check Fully-automatics, no auto-tune I don't make no diss songs I'm leaving rappers with bullet wound
[Hook x2: Juicy J] Boss nigga, I be callin' shots These shakin' ass niggas, be callin' cops If I got any problems, I call them shooters My bitch got plenty racks, I call them hooters
[Outro: Juicy J] Real shit, real spit Get your money up nigga Yeah, (maf.....mafia)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
