You Don’t Know Juicy J

[Hook]
The streets is down to ride when it's on (When it's on)
Talking how you talking, get you gone (Get you gone)
You don't know my nigga, you don't know (You don't know)
You don't know my nigga, you don't know (You don't know)
I been getting money from before (From before)
Matter of fact, get my money out the floor (Out the floor)
You don't know my nigga, you don't know (You don't know)
You don't know my nigga, you don't know (You don't know)

[Verse 1]
The streets ain't never been hidin, we riding
Duct tape on a licence plate when we see a nigga sliding
Choppers in the window when we find him
It's money to be made when we find him
Dinner on me at Benihana's
Just rapping, and I seen three commas
Fucking bad bitches in they vaginas
Juicy mane, be honest
My .45 is harmonic
Weed, buying more chronic
My Prada suit is black diamond
Tired of shitting on niggas, I'm bout to vomit
Champagne with my omelet
They say I'm still using ebonics
But I'm still capping these commas
Niggas think that they nino
Juicy man got a ego
Bet your life in my casino
My Cuban link is a kilo
Got a mansion out in the valley, I still keep my heat on
Too many diamonds and rupees in my chains, looking like hot cheetos