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[Verse 1: Juicy J] |
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Who I be? Juicy J |
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One ********** won't do **********t, I gotta ********** two a day |
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Always 'bout gettin' paid |
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Paper chasin' and I can't let a single dollar get away |
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Blowin' money like ****** smoke |
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Spend a couple bands just to make it all double back |
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On the block like a running back |
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Put the chopper at your ass, have your tough ass runnin' laps |
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These **********s beefin' with each other over lame ass hoes |
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Seen the same ********** suckin' ********** in the club for some Rosé Mo |
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A few words of advice better keep my name off your tape, young ********** |
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I got **********s that'll kill for me, if I say the word they gon' pull that trigger |
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Once again, I be goin' in |
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I be at these **********s necks like a violin |
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********** ****** up, gotta go and try again |
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1-800-GET-RICH, broke ********** dial in |
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Let me tell you people what a boss is |
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You ain't rich if you still got broke friends |
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Cause you know they still hate on a ********** |
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Tryna get some money, they gon' send you up a river |
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[Hook: Juicy J] |
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I don't trust these hoes |
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And I don't trust these **********s |
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I don't trust these hoes |
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And I don't trust these **********s |
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I don't get caught up though |
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I pull them triggers |
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Cause I don't trust these hoes |
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And I don't trust these **********s |
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[Verse 2: Juicy J] |
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How can a ********** trust any one of you clowns? |
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When my own family let me down |
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Everybody in this *********a, hands out |
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Bullseye on a *********a's grands out |
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Sore thumb swag, **********s know I stand out |
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Pull up in the Casper, then the ******* ran out |
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Neck **********ne like police lights |
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**********s lookin', say we hood light street life, beef's cookin' |
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Flash money 'round ratchet hoes, they gon' steal it |
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********** ********** with my money, somebody gettin' killed |
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Gotta watch these **********s, gotta watch these ******* |
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I trust my chopper to watch my riches |
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Sewed the game up like stitches |
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********** snitches, you **********s comin' up short like midgets |
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I try to keep the **********t one thousand |
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With the **********s who kept it one thousand |
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I'ma hustle, ********** loungin' |
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When I didn't have **********t, you didn't come around then |
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Thought she was my **********, she was your ********** |
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Her **********, his **********, a for sure ********** |
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You caught feelings, now you wanna kill her |
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Don't get upset, dog, that's just the real her |
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These ******* love givin' head, love spendin' bread |
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Sellin' ********** on the low, what you said? |
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[Hook] |