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'0 To 100 (Remix)' Lyrics - Juicy J
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Rich nigga and I keep gunnas on my side
Niggas talk, hoes talk, but money don't lie
If you ain't heard, ain't another nigga triller
More Ace of Spades than a blackjack dealer
All in the club with Hollywood's finest
I'm bout to take Katy Perry to King of Diamonds
Ballin', ballin', pretty bitches jocking
If I sign her titties, she going to put it up for auction
Everywhere I go, they roll out the red carpet
I been sipping lean out of solid gold faucets
Respect the game, young nigga
Hating me ain't gonna make you no change, young nigga
Three bourgeoisie bitches and my Phantom outside
I leave it in park, cause they just want a ride
They just want to ride Juicy J like Six Flags
Then I kick them out so fast, they get whip lash

Brought my homeboys out the hood with me
Now a nigga sell dope records to make drug money
Shout out to the niggas that got love for me
Asian girl fainted as soon as she got a hug from me
Tokyo, that's a long way from North Memphis
Making too much money to be in yall's business
Making moves, chase the money till we all get it
And my pockets so deep, you can fall in them
Started from the bottom, my nigga
Six people, two bedroom apartment, my nigga
Now we pay cash for it all, fuck a lease
Still trying to get in touch with my homie Big Triece
Back-to-back Bentleys, foreign car fleet
NBA playoffs, we ball all week
I don't even hate the niggas hating on me
When their albums come out, I still buy their CDs
And that's real

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'THC Believe' Lyrics - Juicy J
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I'm the only one that get the job done
I don't know a nigga that could cover for me
Yeah, got some game from my Daddy
He said she might say she love me
She don't love me like she say she love me
Believe me, believe me
I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets
I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat
I'm the one they come to see because they all
Believe me

Yeah uh huh, You tryna keep up with these bitch niggas
You gon’ fuck around and end up in your momma’s house
Why you listening to that loud ass bitch?
Nine times out of ten shawty don’t know what she talkin’ about
Spend this money like the money make itself
Told my girl bring her, what if she gon’ need help
I keep it pimpin’ V-12 engine, shawty so fly, I might fly out to Memphis
And let her meet the fam. sike, think again
I’m high off kush and flyer than Peter pan
These rappers ain’t real, they living in TV Land
And they don’t wanna grind, they just wanna be the man
Niggas want a slice of the pie, they reach their hand
But they ain’t even got enough to pay the pizza man
And everybody rapping about a check
Promise if you look closer, niggas really in debt
Back to back number one records
True shit, you ain’t ever seen it done better
Hundred racks each pocket, that’s a double decker
I just went and got my little college chick a kompressor
All this ice on me, never let them see me sweat
Watch your bitch strip naked for a VVS
These niggas mouth’s never close like CVS
And all these niggas rich, on the internet
That’s a rented car, and that’s a bone chain
Worldstar front page, now you got some fame
Juicy J, certified OG, with all this bread I got, who needs beef?
If you listen close, you can learn a lesson from me
Say my name nigga, you gon’ need protection from me
I’m in my loft, find me on the roof playing golf
I don’t take no days off, but every day I take off
Smoke some

I’m the only one to get the job done

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'Dark Horse (Remix)' Lyrics - Pitbull Ft. Katy Perry & Juicy J
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I knew you were
You were gonna come to me
And here you are,
But you better choose carefully
Cause I-I-I-I'm capable of anything
Of anything, and everything
Make me your Aphrodite
Make me your ONE & ONLY
But don't make me your enemy
Your enemy
Your enemy

So you wanna play with magic?
Boy, you should know what you're falling for
Baby, do you dare to do this?
Cause I'm coming at you like a DARK HORSE
Are you ready for? ready for?
A perfect storm? perfect storm?
'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine
There's no going back!! hey! Hey! Hey!

Mark my words
This love will make you levitate
Like a bird, like a bird without a cage
We're DOWN TO EARTH,
If you choose to walk away
Don't walk away.
It's in the palm of your hand now baby
It's a yes or a no?
No maybe, so just be sure
Before you give it up to me
Up to me, give it up to me

So you wanna play with magic?
Boy, you should know what you're falling for
Baby, do you dare to do this?
Cause I'm coming at you like a DARK HORSE
Are you ready for? ready for?
A perfect storm? perfect storm?
'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine
There's no going back!! hey! Hey! Hey!

[Pitbul verse:]
I'm an outcast, I got THAT!
So the player list the Cadillac music,
and that's just a start
MY LIFE, I took it from the back to the front, Rosa park
Who cares what they blink or they bought
Who cares what they think or they thought
Baby, we can do it in the car
In the kitchen, on the floor
In the middle of the park - I'm here to play
With a little ding
I pump blood through your veins, your heart
And all these packs of lil players acting like they can hate
But they can not,
CAN'T WON'T DON'T NEVER
WILL YOU KEEP REAL?
ONE, TWO, THREE
FOUR TIMES,
CYPRESS HILL
Hey Ms. Perry,
Looking fine with your fine self
Want a little bit of magic?
I'm Maverick top gun
If you lookin' and you look no further, you got one!
He! I got 'em confused
Is he Hispanic? or is he Caucasian?!
No worry about where I'm from,
Just know one thing: I'M AMAZING!

So you wanna play with magic?
Boy, you should know what you're falling for
Baby, do you dare to do this?
Cause I'm coming at you like a DARK HORSE
Are you ready for? ready for?
A perfect storm? perfect storm?
'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine
There's no going back!! hey! Hey! Hey!

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'Keep Calm' Lyrics - Juicy J Ft. 2 Chainz, Jadakiss & Rico Love
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[Rico Love] {Hook}
All that flexin you’ve been doin ain’t gon get yo ass a check
It’s DJ Kay Slay, the drama king!
All that frontin you’ve been doin ain’t gon earn you no respect
Money can’t buy you respect!
Turn the lights on!
Pillow talkin with them hoes, you ain’t even havin sex
So keep calm
‘Cause all that loud shit only show them real niggas you don’t really want it
So keep calm and get money

[Verse 1:Juicy J]
30 block, 30 rounds, AK 100+
Better know it’s going down
Nigga think twice before runnin up
That old school my time machine
Hypnotize Minds with that dynasty
I’ve been a hustler, I take the work and I beat the block like Rodney King
Back in the day I was in the streets
And the trippy life was just a dream
I was grinding hard, selling everything
My trap was jumping like bed springs
Water whippin in that hoe’s house
Took in a bird, let’s throw it down
I got that work 24/7
Nigga my shop don’t close down
(Mafia!)
I be hustling til the sun come up
(Mafia!)
No handouts for none of us
These rap niggas ain’t no dope boys, they just put it in they rhymes
Listen close to Juicy J, you might find out how to grind
(Mafia!)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jadakiss)
Bitch I’m bout that, you ain’t gotta doubt that
All you gotta do is put yo money where yo mouth at
One of us gon leave today
He gon die either way
I’m push ya wig back, first take, Stephen A
I fall where they need to be
More than they need be yet
Gonna call the competition, these niggas is in the way
Don’t you know that in this night’s longer than this
That’s ‘cause I’m cut from a cloth that no longer exist
Different life style, red top, white thous
When I got the bank it was hard to put the knife down
All black life, kitchen cook, crack life
I don’t really know what yall bout, I’m bout that life

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
I’m going in, I don’t need a pen
Every time I sip my cup it cost me like 10
Hundred dollar swisha, take yo girl faster than Twista
Only come by god is when I’m lookin in the mirror
Red eyes, I devised a plan from hand to hand
I’m so fresh, I am like a walking mannequin
Right, got em lookin hella pants
I can traffic coco by the ambulance
One for me, I run the streets
Pockets on beams, my bitch petite
Talk is cheap but I won’t buy it
Got some good pussy, I’m gon try it

[Hook]

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'Still In The Trap' Lyrics - Don Trip Ft. Juicy J
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(Verse)
Okay! Ridin round in my city
I got a bag up in the glove compartment
And a brown bitch named Penny
Yes I’m a mess, I make a mess and she lick it up when I’m finished
I wet her up like a gremlin
Spread her legs open, I’m swimming
Got two white girls that I’m digging
I’m no sponsor, they’re both lending
One named Suzie, one named Cindy
One drink vodka, one drink Henny
I’m ballin, all that screamin
Killin pussy, no forensics
Round Louie ain’t no Prada
Bitch be happy you got Denims
Just one night, it’s time we end it
And Kleenex is recommended
I get paper, I get pussy but I don’t mix it,
I’m no chemist
Use my number, man it’s business
Yes I’m stripped and I admit it
If it’s a crime then I’ll be waitin for my sentence

(Hook x2)
Still in trap – that’s all I know
Still getting money, still slangin dough
So many cars, so many hoes
You make it rain, we make it snow

(Verse)
Being broke don’t make any sense
So much cash comin you would think we printed it
Blow the money fast, now you think we winnin it
Where yo pussy baby girl but I’m not lendin shit
Ain’t no takin down them bitches, I be swimming in that
Paper off her pussy, fuck her innocence
Really if you give her a dime I thinkin you’re pimpin off or you’re ignorant
Cus me, I run more game on it then they busters and trillions
I’m still in that YSL, here’s all the paper we reel in here
I take a bitch, kill her pussy
Then take her friend and kill again
Hit em square, got a tough dick
And they don’t get with no middle man
And I come back when I want to
And I never give em no dividends

(Hook x2)
Still in trap – that’s all I know
Still getting money, still slangin dough
So many cars, so many hoes
You make it rain, we make it snow

(Verse)
Money talks, don’t I know?
All the way with that plastic, there’s no toy, no tico
Ballin that ice-o
Plenty whips no dyke-o
I’m gainin pound and slangin pounds
But you losin weight, lipo
My old bitches they maniac and my new bitches they psycho
And one day they want me to know
What can I say? I got high hopes
Spit game, I got a higher score
Pimp shit is all I know
And if you haven’t yet decide to run for president
He got my vote
Ride dirty, it’s more blessed
But I’m dressed cleaner than daso
A bank account, as in 5 O’s
But I’m still duckin for the 5O
Car tinted like the president
Tryna avoid these spyin hoes
But I gave it to you, I get to the money
In a dark room with a black fo

(Hook x2)
Still in trap – that’s all I know
Still getting money, still slangin dough
So many cars, so many hoes
You make it rain, we make it snow

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'SH!T Remix' Lyrics - Future ft. Drake & Juicy J
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[Hook: Future]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit

[Verse 1: Drake]
Took niggas out the hood like I'm from there
So you know it's all good when I come there
I hear you talk about your city like you run that
And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there nigga
But I had to come through for the remix
On my haven’t done a verse in 8 weeks shit
And if a nigga say my name, he the hot shit
But if I say the nigga name, he still hot shit
Fucked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip
Niggas act like they don't know, but they should know
Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait
But I'm the one that's killing niggas on the hooks though
And niggas ain't got a grill, still ice grill hating
I know y'all already know Mike Will Made It
Just looking at the numbers, nigga, I feel amazing
I call Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it
I'm the young rap nigga with the 'Melo deal
You need to come to OVO for a better deal
Just know a million ain't shit once you get a mill
And niggas say it’s all good, that’s how you better feel
Nigga nah, fuck that, this year I'm talking big stuff
Rolling through the city like a young nigga bricked up
Fuck niggas gon' be fuck niggas
That's why we never give a fuck when a fuck nigga switched up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
If money talk then your pockets ain't saying shit
I'm in the bathroom getting head from your bitch
And I ain't paying her shit
You want beef? You don't know who you playing with
I tell my pilot to land the jet
I'm hopping off, get 'em, we popping off
Give a click and you niggas dead where you standing at
I'm just a trippy nigga smoking on cabbage
Your money funny like Jim Carrey
I got bitches that's super bad like Halle
And we still keeping that white like Barry
I'm a rich nigga, still keep a pistol with me
Nigga you ain't fuckin' with a picture of me
I got all this cake and shooters with me
Just in case you pussy niggas try to get you a piece
What it is my nigga, what is hidden for
Where the car you were whippin in the video
Where is the ice at, where is them pretty hoes
You are far from a real nigga, you already know
Broke ass niggas I can't stand them
I hit 'em with the cannon
I buying out the mall at random
Juicy J that nigga is fresh to death
Smoke till there is nothing left
Bail off and then I'm ghost in my Phantom

[Hook]

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'Chitty Bang' Lyrics - E-40 Ft. Juicy J & Ty$
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Ty Dolla $ign - Hook:
Ya baby momma love me, ya baby daddy hate me
Ya bitch wanna fuck me, I said ya bitch wanna fuck
And we gon' get it like
Chitty, chitty, bang, bang (x4),
Whoa-oh!

[E-40:]
I made a detour out of the game when I was hustlin' crack
Made a couple of dollars, made a little bit of change, never looked back
You could find me at the shooter range, practicing bussin' gats
Or in the vocal booth, in this new studio, bussin' raps
With some gold on my body, out my body, off Carlos Rossi
I'm sloppy, I treat my luxury scraper like a Bugatti
La di da di, she like to party off molly, Bacardi
Love to get naughty, a hottie, up in the lobby, she stopped me
She said "40 Water, where you 'bout to be?"
I said "Follow me, follow me, follow me, bitch, room 223"
You got to pay or pay me no attention, that's how it be
When you born and raised in the V, Northern Cali, Silicon Valley

[Hook:]

[Juicy J:]
Paid nigga, yeah, I make it happen, turnin' up ratchet
Thick chick under my arm make a chick look average
Thick bitch, yeah, a big ol' ass, poke it like a cactus
And she got a face that belongs up in a beauty pageant
It's ya boy, Juicy J, trippy, I got realer pimps
Balling hard everyday, ratchet bitches can't resist
I stay laughing to the bank but my dough ain't funny
I run out of rappin' 'fore I run out of money
When I pop a pill, that's foreplay
Now I'm all in her face like Olay
I'm like "okay", I kill the pussy like OJ
When I'm finished with ya woman, she gon' think we sold mints

[Hook:]

[Ty Dolla $ign & (E-40):]
You wanna be around the winners? (A winner)
Say you only had a few niggas? (A few of 'em)
Girl, I'm just being honest (honest)
I know what you want and he's not it (not it)
I'm off the shits and I'm wit' it (wit' it, mane)
They can't stop us, we gon' get it (get it, mane)
I'm just being honest (honest)
I know what she want and he's not it, that's why

[Hook:]

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[Hook: Lloyd]
Girl you’re hotter than… all them hoes modelin’
And I just keep on tippin’
Pourin’ out them dollars, and…
It’s about to be a twerk off… be a twerk off
Pull your skirt down… aw, take your shirt off

[Verse 1: Lloyd]
Anything she can do, you can do better
I don’t see nobody here who’s better than you
Girl, I love to see you twerk, love the way you go to work
You be killin’ competition ‘cause you let it go berserk…
Come and get this money, girl, it’s yours
I can keep them dollars comin’, they say when it rains it pours
Throwin’ money to the ceiling ‘til it’s covering the floor
It’s a twerk off, but we know who’s winnin’ (you, of course)

[Bridge: Llyod]
Grab some girlfriends and let’s synch up with my partner and them
We can all go to the penthouse and just vibe out and put you in the wig
Girl, if you in, shake it like you'll never shake it again
Take it so deep, I don’t know when it end
I know it’s no mistake, you should be in first place

[Hook: Lloyd]

[Verse 2: Lloyd]
First you gotta pop it, then you gotta drop it
Even though the haters watchin’, you don’t have to stop it
Callin’ “murder” ‘cause you killin’ when you take it to the ceiling
Got me losin’ all control when you work it on the pole
You know you the best, ‘cause you gon’ do what she won’t do
You keep it out the box, them other chicks be typical
That’s why I throw it up, you love how I be tippin’ you
Before you start this twerk off, baby, take that shirt off

[Bridge: Llyod]

[Hook: Lloyd]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
The way she work that pole – it’s time for her to work mine
And she suck it so good – I just might go blind
And her ass is fat – damn that chick so fine
She okay in the face but Beyonce from behind
She clapped her ass for cheese, ‘cause my chips stackin’ like Pringles
I’m rich and I’m single, blowin’ twenty-thousand in singles
Baddest chick you’ve never seen before, I make it rain, they clean the floor
I throw a stack, she come and get it, I’ll throw some more, I’m not goin’ broke
Booty like no other – she get it from her mother
Throwin’ bands in the club, smokin’ more than Chris Tucker
Weed naps and weed raps, I can’t stop, no relapse
Nothin’ but models, trippin’ on molly,
take ‘em back to the crib and continue the party

[Hook: Lloyd]

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What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
You don’t like me nigga hit me in my face then
Got a problem when you see me nigga, say it then
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe

You’re an old nigga in a old school
I got new money and an old tube
Og’s look when I roll through
Fuck niggas ain’t beef, they toll food
I’m so cool, got a crew of hoes
And no…sushi roll,
Right after that, we hit it back
To the condo where, eat Gucci hoe
I’m stupid hoe, run through the hoe
You dream about it, I do it hoe
Ass fat, they beautiful
Throwing my stack 20’s they good to go
Niggas don’t fear me, they should though
And they can’t hear me, they would though
If they was up on my plateau
But I’m whacko, beat that hoe

All they claiming my set
I ain’t claiming no seat
All I be needing my rep
Hoe what you know about that
These niggas steady be capping
Meanwhile I flips
Chasing after they checks
What you talking bout that, bitch

What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
You don’t like me nigga hit me in my face then
Got a problem when you see me nigga, say it then
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe

Got a rocket in the club and ain’t afraid to pop it
Nigga run your lips I put that barrel to your sockets
Haters out here hating cause that flexing never stopping
Keep that blue dream in my bomb and the hash for the toppings
That niggas all stay on me, so homie don’t play with me
I keep them bills, I keep that lean, I keep a ak with me
A real street nigga, catch me in the streets nigga
Got something to hit your chest hard
And I ain’t talking liquor
Don’t need no nigga fuck rapping
Nigga talk that shit I’m blasting
That .44 to your face bitch, it’s gonna be a closed casket
Your whole life is a storyline
You ain’t gangsters, you niggas lie
Make … cause like the…
Turn this club into the …

What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
You don’t like me nigga hit me in my face then
Got a problem when you see me nigga, say it then
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe

Get the fuck out in this building
Ass hole, fuck what you feeling
Feel the 48 my wrist cause I’m killing
Pety nigga run they mouth and I’m stealing
Then I hurry a couple of niggas feel it
When I jump out the …but no ceiling
With a bitch in the back on that fuck shit
I beat it up you can tell it wouldn’t heal it
You don’t like me, what the fuck is you talking
You can …bitch it’s whatever
I don’t give a fuck you won’t get it together
…motherfucker like I was sipping
All on a nigga ass like a nigga who tripping
…get this cake
Get the whole pot and get out the fuck my way
… got a couple niggas that will…bitch I got you

What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
What you talking bout hoe,
Who you talking to, nigga
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
You don’t like me nigga hit me in my face then
Got a problem when you see me nigga, say it then
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe
Bitch nigga, pump hoe, pump hoe.

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'Bands A Make Her Dance (Remix)' Lyrics - Juicy J (Ft. Lil Wayne)
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[hook]
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
all these cheaters popping pussies, i’m just popping bands
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
these cheaters clappin’, and they ain’t using hands

[juicy j]
short hair, leave me alone. news splash you don’t need a loan
start turking when she hear a song, strip upon her income.
we can’t trippin’, it ain’t some. so nasty when she rollin’
she put that ass up in my hands, i remote control it.
she keep me gone when the roof gone, at the c.o.d. she live with me
she got friends, bring three. i got drugs, i got drinks.
bend it over, juicy j, don’t poke it like we’re pain
you say no to touch the pussy, juicy j came
rags onward, they’re showing rags, i’m throwing rags
in the vip rub it and i’m stretching it
bitch niggas tippin, broke niggas looking
and they’re still in the club if they’re showing pussy

[hook]
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
all these cheaters popping pussies, i’m just popping bands
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
these cheaters clappin’, and they ain’t using hands

[lil wayne]
submit verse

[hook]
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
all these cheaters popping pussies, i’m just popping bands
bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
these cheaters clappin’, and they ain’t using hands

[juicy j]
down in the lobby, about to hear a magic
throw some on, dig into her, all the mad bitch gon’ like it
speak up, therefore she gonna need a couple of bags
like a broke atm imma spillin all this cash
them niggas in the club don’t be spending shit
20 stacks in one night, i’ll be on trippin’ shit
my crew is paid off, but i’m still paying it
a couple like us pay, she lovin’ this shit.
she making that ass club dancing like she owned it
bring it back up to us, take that so don’t be bitch
up and down she’s going she’s sliding on the pole
making money, stacking them, honey, shall they go

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Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
And we ain’t trippin on the summer cause the stars I …
Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get X 2

Still young cruiser what you know bout me
Money come, money go but it’s all I see
Land in the girl with a beat that’s so so much
And kneepads on her knee
Cadillac, rims on wild…
Tell the motherfucker what you know bout that
… but the grain in there
Popping tags, back in, one more time
Got the head, down stair, but she hide it off
I throw the pussy like she throwing passes
Yeah we rise on that hoe
Took it down the spike and up throw
Beat the monkey off till it’s so
Soon as I hit the dough she got low
Cause she know

Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
And we ain’t trippin on the summer cause the stars I …
Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get X 2

I’m forever balling nigga all about my pockets
Too much money in my hands, I need a lot of wallets
My conversation money and I’m never talking cheap
What you made in a year, I blew in a week
Louie V on my clothes, … for my foes
Fast life, codeine fiend, everything slow
If I was you nigga I’d probably hate me too
I’m shopping for a new crib, while you making…
Wrapping up these paper cuts from stacking all this paper up
Money don’t bend ends… juicy j don’t give a fuck
I stay high as hell homie it’s the only way
Rolls Royce all white, call that bitch Lima …

Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
And we ain’t trippin on the summer cause the stars I …
Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get X 2
Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something

Big ass wheels, bad ass bitches
Baby pour some liquor, doll roll up a swisher
I think she’s feeling me main
Hypnotized by my pimping
When I talk bitches listen
Diamonds be glissing
So many colors in my chain man it look like a prison
…freak out any girl, from a nun to a Christian
I spit this izm, nancy…on this trip, getting money

Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something
Turn this into something
And we ain’t trippin on the summer cause the stars I …
Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads I get X 2
Yeah I’m tryna turn this into something.

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Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe

Chorus: (x2)
I’m ballin’ in the game, why you haters on the bench?
I’m tryin’ to get that Bill Gates money, ain’t talkin’ about offense
I got plenty D but I don’t mean defense
Nigga disrespect? Leave his body with a stitch

These haters try to knock me but I ain’t a dog
Green and white, homie I keep that 9 on me Rondo
Old player with the heat, call me Alonso
Shake a nigga dope and give a fuck if he was John Doe
Got that dirty money spreadin’ around like germs
Been blowin’ this money from a long turn
I’m burnin’ these bitches head like a bad purr
And I’ve known they put their mouth a whole lot of fern
Ball in on these haters, where my toothpaste?
And when I hit the club, I’m doin’ it Bombay
‘Bout to run the whole game but I’m no running back
Beat a nigga so bad got him running back

Chorus: (x2)
I’m ballin’ in the game, why you haters on the bench?
I’m tryin’ to get that Bill Gates money, ain’t talkin’ ’bout offense
I got plenty D but I don’t mean defense
Nigga disrespect? Leave his body with a stitch

Head in the sky, got the booth full of clouds
Shorty come do something to make a nigga proud
Wrote a Laker in my cup, that pessa in my rap
Get around the bitch here, you know it’s a rap
They swallowed my kids that’s why I don’t have any
If I could make ‘em from the mouth I’d have plenty
Got that million dollar swag, why you haters mad?
You niggas garbage, now where’s the glad bag?
I’m live on TV, you haters watchin’ me
She ain’t a babysitter but your bitch watchin’ me
I’m a charge ‘er so bad she gon call off loud
Make her ass tap out, throw in the towel

Chorus: (x2)
I’m ballin’ in the game, why you haters on the bench?
I’m tryin’ to get that Bill Gates money, ain’t talkin’ ’bout offense
I got plenty D but I don’t mean defense
Nigga disrespect? Leave his body with a stitch

Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe
Bandz hoe

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Bands a make her dance( x6)

Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
All these cheaters popping pussies, i’m just popping bands
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
These cheaters clappin’, and they ain’t using hands

Short hair, leave me alone. News splash you don’t need a loan
Start turking when she hear a song, strip upon her income.
We can’t trippin’, it ain’t some. So nasty when she rollin’
She put that ass up in my hands, i remote control it.
She keep me gone when the roof gone, at the c.o.d. She live with me
She got friends, bring three. I got drugs, i got drinks.
Bend it over, juicy j, don’t poke it like we’re pain
You say no to touch the pussy, juicy j came.
Rags onward, they’re showing rags, i’m throwing rags
In the vip rub it and i’m stretching it
Bitch niggas tippin, broke niggas looking
And they’re still in the club if they’re showing pussy.

Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
All these cheaters popping pussies, i’m just popping bands
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
These cheaters clappin’, and they ain’t using hands.

Down in the lobby, about to hear a magic
Throw some on, dig into her, all the mad bitch gon’ like it
Speak up, therefore she gonna need a couple of bags
Like a broke atm imma spillin all this cash
Them niggas in the club don’t be spending shit
20 stacks in one night, i’ll be on trippin’ shit
My crew is paid off, but i’m still paying it
A couple like us pay, she lovin’ this shit.
She making that ass club dancing like she owned it
Bring it back up to us, take that so don’t be bitch
Up and down she’s going she’s sliding on the pole
Making money, stacking them, honey, shall they go

Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
All these cheaters popping pussies, i’m just popping bands
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
These cheaters clappin’, and they ain’t using hands

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Ole retched ass bitch, I see ya out there
(Fuck me) tryna get your hustle on
Ain’t no nigga gunna pay your muthafuckin’ bills, bitch
Get your own shit, I don’t give a fuck, ho
Mac Miller, tell these hoes what’s up, man

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
She sayin’ fuck me, fuck me, she like it rough and that’s rugby
I’m partyin’ where there’s drugs free, this life to live, it don’t come cheap
Leave a hand print on her butt cheek, she give me head while I puff trees
I’m on drugs, she on drugs, her nose just got bloody
Sniffin’ coke lines off my dick, she ridin’ on that train
She crushin’ down that powder, I’m puffin’ on this Sour
Been fuckin’ her for hours and I still ain’t got my nut
You fuckin’ with that molly, she ain’t gon’ let you bust
Give me some while I hit the blunt, I’m in ya spirit, let me lift it up
If daddy come, get my shit and run, he gon’ see my ass, go and get his gun
You a devil bitch, let me tell you that, feel like I been to hell and back
You textin’ me, addicted, you need me, you miss it
She crazy, she nasty, everyday she harass me
I’m fuckin’ her to sleep and then she pay for my taxi
God damn, the sun is comin’ up
That’s the last time that I’m gon’ be fuckin’ with them drugs
Yup

[Hook]
She get a bunch of money, spend it all on drugs
Mobbin’ with her bitches, never fall in love
Dumpin’ out that yeyo, sniffin’ all it up
Go ahead and hate her, cause everybody does

God damn, that’s a lucky ass bitch X4

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
She got money, drugs and freedom, blunts what she’s cheefin’
She ain’t got a job, but fuck it, she don’t need one
Drive drunk, she swervin’, tryna fuck, she’s certain
Run around and stumble down, hit her head, she hurtin’
Drunk as fuck, sniffin’ pills, wildin’ out, tell the bitch to chill
Cup of syrup and a blunt of purp
Which one of my homie’s gon’ fuck her first?
She in love with drugs, that pussy get licked up
Picked up, then dicked down, bitch, tell me who rich now?
You fuckin’ with the Most Dope knuckleheads
Gettin’ money, fuck the feds, yeah that Stevie Wonder bread
Ain’t a rookie, uh, that bitch is famous, Snooki
One thing I won’t do, (what’s that?) pay for pussy

[Hook]

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Yeah yeah yeah
young niggas in this bitch
trippy ass in this nigga bitch

Creating mother f*cker jeans
ah, and I don’t give a shit
straight up

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane

Number G in my trippy car
more and more I can’t get enough
young Khalifa on that hippy stuff
I’m not breaking down it looks me up
so much shining, so much diamonds
all that there come from so much grounding
so much weed up in my lungs I’m in the air
I’m summer flying, in your town to cop me a town
show em one and I’ll roll one
all my niggas straight drug ’cause it takes one for you to know
becks I’ll never hold none
young niggas with some old lungs
catch em out of your college campus
we roll with a cold one
outside of my new car
my chally park but my old one
got a couple of rollies but I’m using rock a gold one
catching flights and I’m ..planes
Ferrari doors I close them
don’t talk a mill you ain’t saw one
don’t talk a pound you ain’t small one

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane

Smoking and sippin while watchin hoe strippin
poppin and rollin I’m chiffin this pope
..with the fislin..from my bitch she get from my mama
talking like this I’ll be walking like this
sort of new hoes and I buy a few bitch
..looking the number one chiefer
smoking on ..lot of this ..
mix with the.. the lean blue green blue
I’m a f*cking fee, stead on fast fast..with them niggas from supreme
..with blunt I’m done with do whatever
she wanna pop a new..gonna f*ck it letter
forwards stronger..in them bands aint no rich
when this bout to get it high aint nothing you can tell me
..serve that’s my trippy..
I’m like a pimp in the club
working your bitch

Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane
Roll it up, light it up, have a puff let’s take a plane

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Cash in the bag twirl up in the hash
Blue in the count and I pour it out the mask
Weed and repeat up all night
Cash always leak got hoes all tight
Live and we burn, grind and you earn
Bitch I’m on fire, I sit and I burn
Stackin’ up money flippin’ it too
Y’all ain’t heard me but the benjamin’s do
I’m bouncin’ through the club like tiger
I’ma hit the dope, I’ma hit the liquor
Nigga get wrong I’ma hit a nigga
Take a nigga bitch home and I’ma hit her

Reppin’ Tgod, all these diamonds on me
Passin every joint that I roll to the ones that grindin’ with me
Now that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor,
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor X 2

Bitch I’m taylored ain’t na hoe cut from the same cut
Realest, this money only thing fame brought
The crown ain’t safe and I’m comin’ for the spot
Snatchin’ all wigs bitch I’m coming for the top
Put a run up on trip how I run up in the shots
Queen Roe, I don’t see nothin’ but the gwap

All my money I’ma get it soon as I get it I’ma spend it
Bought a new car soon as I whip this
Smokin’ that marijuana in it
Takin’ the value down but also taking a pound
And breakin’ it smokin’ it all to me ain’t no savin’ it
Fuck with them pods plus seeds so no shakin’ it
Uh, fuck these niggas they ain’t really nout that
Look I know what these niggas these niggas all rap
What they know about nights that they never come back
But he two shot now shells all in the mac
On the top will never see none of y’all fall back
7-11 homie don’t get ya head cracked
Taylor Gang fam you know I rep that
And we gettin’ bake on anywhere the bread at

Now that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
Homie that’s Taylor, Taylor, Taylor.

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Real trippin niggas
La musica de Harry

Happy niggas
Uh making my mom but I try to cash nigga
that you time out pop bottles and ..
groceries full

Uh you know I kill
and give me mother f*cker something that I go on
and now I gotta count the money that I been
’cause I get it in
my brand so long, my babe nigga roll on
my babe fry so long
I hate fake nigga and so on
take all the money that I made
the sharing be out the reason that you’re waiting
plus I smoke the ..weed I call it Californication
I ..for vacation I’m callin all this cake
a hundred thousand for the safe
just ballin out I’ma face it
now watch me you should nigga see my pieces truck cropy
my rollin presidential bust the ring that I got all out
plus the dutchy and I ain’t even kocky
confident that I’m the shit
you ain’t the mother f*cker what time it is

Hook:
I’m the ..of my silent time
got my winners up in my speaker loud
and we smokin on gonna need a pall
but the haters can see me now
put the money in the wag
earnin wanna us get money bro
get money in the wag
my nigga on the real, all you see is dollar bill

I blow a hundred band get the f*ck around with
that holdin you in love with the hoe around me
cuffin with the Taylor, would you drink in my paper
my music f*ck my people but tonight I’m doing ..
20 years on and I ain’t falling off
niggas flix about the chick and they run their mouth
Ferrari pull up guess some..up
would a double couple hand and some Monday count
rock it Louie it is I ..Louie that
Louie on my ass, Louie on my head
when I hit the club Louie in my hand
that’s the Louie 13, Louie in my glass

[Hook:]

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Left my old b*tch at home
Got a new one
Left my old b*tch at home
Got a new one
Got got a new one
Got got a new one
Left my old b*tch at home
Got a new one(x2)

My b*tch ask me do i love her
I tell her yeh
But the truth is
I only love that head
Always on her knees
Never using her legs
I dont trust her neither
She just want juicy bread
Got a new b*tch
Sh*t, i got 2 or 3
What they do for free
Everything they do for me
They eat eachother pu**y
I just like to see
F*ck her booshy a*s b*tch
All i like is free
Got that liquior in me
Now I’m a p*rnstar
I pull the whip over
And f*ck her in my p*rn car
I’m so f*cking high
I need some new lungs
Left my old b*tch at home
Got a new one.

Left my old b*tch at home
Got a new one
Left my old b*tch at home
Got a new one
Got got a new one
Got got a new one
Left my old b*tch at home
Got a new one(x2)

I got a new b*tch
I met her in Cali
I gave her my number
She gave me her panties
The momma can blow
So i gave her a grammy
I dont even know her name
I think it was tammy
I just met a cuban b*tch
Out in miama
Shaped like a coke bottle
Hot as a cannon
She could be a actress
She might be a model
It don’t matter to me
Long as the hole swallow
I’m hers for the night
I’m leaving tomorrow
It’s back off in my mantion
It’s somebody’s daughter
She dancing like she f*cking
Huh momma who taught her
Then i kick her out
Cause i got enough stalkers

Left my old b*tch at home
Got a new one
Left my old b*tch at home
Got a new one
Got got a new one
Got got a new one
Left my old b*tch at home
Got a new one(x4)

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... baby think slow till ...I'm home
Vip, smoking dope blowing on some O
Straight G and no chase and I fuck her home
Good happy birthday of a watching no
They like why you ... when you fin to go
My paper so long and bitch I fin to blow
Big bars in my hands at all time, Bombay, ... and hoses all mine
Please don't loose your mind cause I'm Juicy J throw
And I get a 9, ...
Pull this acting hard, blowing smoke on a broad,
Call my balls like all aboard
...smoking on some stash, I'm with your bitch now I'm diggin in her pay
Ice game chilling, ain't no nigga fucking with me
Get high till it kick me, smoke sip ...

Keep trouble in my cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Keep trouble in my cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Keep trouble in my cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Keep trouble in my cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Keep trouble in my

Going all out putting on my banking
Get a raw paper put a load... in
Don't got time for no motherfucking fake friends
Real ... smoke good weed and smoke gin
Now it's ... in my country that I ain't been in
Party all night, party till the day end
Do a show, get some racks, spend it all, get it back
I don't really give a fuck nigga
They bringing ... pieces as I'm in the club nigga
If you ain't bout them peace signs I don't fuck with you
Nigga, if I talk it I live it
What you make in a year, I go to Chanel and spend it
Hand me that ... I'll show you what to do with some gin
Every time I blow up man I bring 2 of them...
Already changed the game once, I'm bout to do it again...

Keep trouble in my cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Keep trouble in my cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Keep trouble in my cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Keep trouble in my cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Keep trouble in my

Couple bulls got me feeling like a cartoon
A space ship high past that warm moon
She turned up, say she rolling up a green hoe
That bitch only come around when the weed spark
I'm on smoking on some shit you ain't never shad
Say you ... baby girl you holla bad
...gas station, 7 digits of a low fuel
Big bank take little bank...cash
You want a beef, ... you don't get a pass
G shit, ...48 hundred dough
Callie street, wait I don't do the medical
... my old head blazer...
Blue chucks, black scully on the left side

Keep trouble in my cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Keep trouble in my cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Keep trouble in my cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Keep trouble in my cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Keep trouble in my

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When the sun come up I'm spending money, spending money, spending money
There's something I can spend some money too, money too, money too, money too
When the sun come up I'm spending money, spending money, spending money
There's something I can spend some money too, money too, money too, money too

... but I'm out here patient, I just live my life
That shit you niggas trying to do
I guarantee I did it twice
They say life's a gamble, hit my joint and roll the dice
When you living this high, you can't be afraid of heights
Book my flight to Vegas well, 20 thousand state a night
Another 10 on champagne, my money long I pay the price
Tired of niggas saying they get my game cause dawg we ain't alike
I'm throwing money, when I walk up in this bitch, they know it's money
Money in my arms, all the tables full of money
Pockets full of ... I roll
Dropping ... on my clothes
Balling super hard, smoking till I over dose
Hardly ever solve a bitch, we party till it's over

When the sun come up I'm spending money, spending money, spending money
There's something I can spend some money too, money too, money too, money too
When the sun come up I'm spending money, spending money, spending money
There's something I can spend some money too, money too, money too, money too

You talking bout I'm balling too
Get your money up and quit your hating's what you oughta do
I been going hard since I was younger
Now it's in my teens I knew when I got older
I'll be on some now I do my things
Spending money, popping hella bottles, making niggas mad
Going places rolling jayz, I live the life you wish you had
Going up dollar bills... on my tag
Got a clip full of them og's

Trippy nigga hit the club, you know I be fucked up
Chasing all the model chicks, trying to get my fucks up
Niggas handcuffing hoes, but them niggas know what's up
Y'all came to the club together, but that hoe gonna leave with us
Break at the blue dream, everybody rolling up
Hold the lean, hold the cups, hold it down then pour it up
Tell the owner we leaving, we gonna buy the whole club
Now my dollars to the ceiling and my card it got no limit

When the sun come up I'm spending money, spending money, spending money
There's something I can spend some money too, money too, money too, money too
When the sun come up I'm spending money, spending money, spending money
There's something I can spend some money too, money too, money too, money too

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