[Verse 1: Juicy J] Rolled up with the doors up Niggas say they every worthy, they never showed up I'm the shit, niggas turn there nose up I be with my bread like some cold cuts Everytime I see myself coming up Niggas start hating, what they want from us? I can't figure out the way they run they mouth Niggas acting like bitches all they wear is blouse Still pouring that purple stuff in my Fanta Got choppers and shooters inside my phantom Strap up if some shit jumped off then I'm bustin' If you make it out, my nigga, you lucky Cause I'm faded and I'm ready And I'm strapped up about my money And these hoes is crazy, still suck the dick after I played them And they know I fucked them and leave them And when I'm in public act like i don't see them* And they still love me, when I don't feed them These bitches is greedy give up after the genie Ferrari switchin' roads Faster than the money coming from the shows Niggas know I paved the way, gave up a brick to every city I created the flow, you niggas is New Jack City
[Hook: Juicy J] Throw dem racks watch how they react Throw dem racks watch how they react Watch them break there back Throw that ass back They act a fool for them damn racks Throw dem racks watch how they react Throw dem racks watch how they react Watch them break there back Throw that ass back They act a fool for them damn racks
[Verse 2: Juicy J] Look up that’s me All the way up at the top Maserati candy apple I just copped it fresh off the lot My career legendary I think that they must of forgot Still in the game on the charge while all of your artists get dropped Niggas hatin, bitches jealous, turn my knuckles into something gross disgusting OG puffin, too good stuff, got me buzzin, keep that new new Lauren London Juicy J still winning still spending big or small face hunting In the villa with my gods bitches be hypnotized cool running You know I’m a boss and I can put you on You know I’m a boss and I can put you on Got a golf course in my backyard and I don’t play golf Sipping Henny by the ocean smoking just like the exhaust Hopped out, coupe running, goons on deck bout to shoot something Fuck nigga do something, marathon clips got ya crew running Rick James, super freak, first date, met ya bitch [?] OD, wanna see, a day without racks on me
[Hook: Juicy J]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
