juicy j - stop it lyrics
imma tell you broke n-gg-rs some thing
listen!
make money no vacation
pay cash don’t make payments
getting high like i’m eighteen
but i’ve been rich since the late eighty’s
backstage naked ladies
popping pills and swallowing babies
bad b-tches ain’t come to play
she gonna give me head
before i go on stage
new car a couple a hundred
ain’t nothing i call it play money
bugatti, ferrari, the benz, the bentley
juicy stay stunting
street n-gg-rs we packing them 2s
play with it make action news
put some money on your head
you’re worth a stack or two
real n-gg-r i’m 100 i stay leaning
i chase money
n-gg-rs out here saving hoes
n-gg-rs need to be saving money
made mine can’t take it from me
hit the club i take your woman
take her home
get some head
wake up breakfast in bed
n-gg-r that’s grits and eggs
rich b-tch don’t forget the bread
up and down that interstate
i move weight that’s jenny craig
imma f-ck me a model
imma f-ck me a model
you only get to live one time
so imma f-ck me a model
i make money all day then
i ball with the profits
n-gg-rs hate on me
i tell’em hating n-gg-rs stop it
go f-ck with a b-tch
get that back and then i’m gone
catch me on that loud pack
blowing on this strong
i make money all day then
i ball with the profits
n-gg-rs hate on me
i tell’em hating n-gg-rs stop it
go f-ck with a b-tch
get that back and then i’m gone
catch me on that loud pack
blowing on this strong
straight out of memphis n-gg-r
still here
did you ain’t no killer
and real n-gg-rs don’t talk
start sh-t in this club
is going down in the parking lot
n-gg-rs get killed
everyday we shedding no tears
n-gg-rs can’t keep they mouth closed
just get with them here
your hoe be f-cking yo b-tch
and she ain’t sucking yo c-ck
them movies are holding you down
and you call them n-gg-rs yo dawgs
they in here i hear hating
so stray straight up like a tight
take that guns they see in movie
except they not shooting blunts
that first skin bar jay light
they don’t care who looking
young n-gg-r got something to pull
n-gg-r they keep pushing
they’re all in my hood
and they’re smoking like a swisher
we don’t play about money
and we don’t play with them pistols
i make money all day then
i ball with the profits
n-gg-rs hate on me
i tell’em hating n-gg-rs stop it
go f-ck with a b-tch
get that back and then i’m gone
catch me on that loud pack
blowing on this strong
i make money all day then
i ball with the profits
n-gg-rs hate on me
i tell’em hating n-gg-rs stop it
go f-ck with a b-tch
get that back and then i’m gone
catch me on that loud pack
blowing on this strong
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