[Intro: Juicy J] Know a—know a little freak in Hollywood Sucks—sucks on dick, does it real good (Take it, take it, take it, take it)
[Chorus: Juicy J] Take it to the head (Take it), take it to the head (Take it) You heard what I said, bitch, take it to the head (Take it) Take it to the head (Take it), take it to the head Don't be scared, get that bread, bitch, take it to the head (Take it) Take it to the head (Take it), take it to the head (Take it) Drink it 'til you're dead, bitch, take it to the head (Take it) Take it to the head (Take it), take it to the head (Take it) You heard what I said, bitch, take it to the head (Take it)
[Verse 1: Juicy J] Take it to the head (To the head) like a leaf Stand-up chick, but I love her on her knees She got a passport full of stamps from overseas You can't fuck with her for free, she likes Birkin and CELINE Got a sweet tooth from rollin' up some girl scout cookie I'm her favorite rapper, she want me to autograph that pussy I belong on TV, I got hoes going wild She wear powder on her gums, call it coke and a smile Super freak but she shy, don't want no one to know Bust a couple rubber bands, she gon' put on a show Man, that pussy got power, that pussy got control She should be a politician how she up and down them poles (Let go)
[Chorus: Juicy J, Rico Nasty & Both] Take it to the head (Take it), take it to the head (Take it) You heard what I said, bitch, take it to the head (Take it) Take it to the head (Take it), take it to the head Don't be scared, get that bread, bitch, take it to the head (Take it) Take it to the head (Take it), take it to the head (Take it) Drink it 'til you're dead, bitch, take it to the head (Take it) Take it to the head (Take it), take it to the head (Take it) You heard what I said, bitch, take it to the head (Woah, Rico)
[Verse 2: Rico Nasty] It ain't nothin' to throw some thousands if she worthy Why look at a hater? Don't look at the price on the purchase You want that back-and-forth, ain't interested in no verses It's funny how the people scared to take risks can make me nervous She says she'd like to make it clap and wobble it in circles If I keep it up, I can retire when I hit thirty What make you think a dirty bitch ain't gonna do you dirty? Nothing I do a maybe, that's 'cause everything for certain (Rico, talk to 'em) Bitches with the shits and that's the shit you bitches never with She pop it up and do a split, she land it on them Benjamins I put my faith in God before I ever trust a friend again Man, I hope that he ain't lookin' when I do them lil' sinny-sins We all like naked bitches, I guess it's a new syndicate I own what I'm drivin', bitch, you know this ain't rented shit If we start it up, we finish it, I don't gotta say this shit Bitch, you heard what Juicy said, so go and get it juicy then Drink it 'til you pass out then wake up and do it again I see you got that ass out, so what you gon' do with it then? Flexin' with their cash out, I hope that you payin' your rent And I'm so fucked up, bitches can't understand what I'm sayin'
[Chorus: Juicy J] Take it to the head (Take it), take it to the head (Take it) You heard what I said, bitch, take it to the head (Take it) Take it to the head (Take it), take it to the head Don't be scared, get that bread, bitch, take it to the head (Take it) Take it to the head (Take it), take it to the head (Take it) Drink it 'til you're dead, bitch, take it to the head (Take it) Take it to the head (Take it), take it to the head (Take it) You heard what I said, bitch, take it to the head (Take it)
[Interlude: Logic] (What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")
[Refrain: Juicy J] It's the return of the Mafia, real nigga's possé, yup If you say our name, just like candy man, we poppin' up We know niggas hatin', got the world screamin', "Mafia" You know you ain't stoppin' us, what the fuck you thought it was? It's the return of the Mafia, real nigga's possé, yup If you say our name, just like candy man, we poppin' up We know niggas hatin', got the world screamin', "Mafia" You know you ain't stoppin' us, what the fuck you thought it was?
[Verse 3: Lord Infamous] You get the Desert Eagle beat 'til your cranium leak Scarecrow the sandman, double aught buck, you sleep When I pull this unit, it's intensive care unit And I steal your blood type so they can't transfuse it World War vet', hear the (Bley) hit the deck Keyser Soze, usual suspect With a one-hitter quitter and some shit to disfigure In your hospital room to finish you off, nigga
[Verse 4: Juicy J] It ain't shit to finish you, hand's on, ten and two I've been rich since twenty-two, do hits at the Bentley coupe Ain't no lie, I been the truth, I make millions in the booth Wet the whip up, tint it too, you can't see who bendin' through I'm wired up, keep printin' blue, 'nother pack, send it through You talk like these bitches do, I need like a bitch or two You broke? She might switch on you, I know what these riches do I've been lit and still ain't through, fuckin' fool
[Outro: Juicy J] It's the return of the MafiaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
