[Verse 1: Juicy J]
More money in my bank account
Show prices going up, no discount
One Academy Award, you can't just rule us out
But I do want your bitch, I could use her mouth
I'm selling CD's out the trunk, they still major
From a shotgun house to a skyscraper
But I'm still hood, Juicy keep one in the chamber
No security, gang banger
Trippy life, Xan in that dirty Sprite
In the brand new Ferrari, running traffic lights
I'm like my homie Big Sean, I do it
Ball hard, got these hoes on my dick droolin'


[Hook x2: Juicy J]
I'm popping bottles by the case
Just to see them haters' faces
I'm throwing up them big faces
Just to see them haters' faces
I keep my Glock in all places
Just to see them haters' faces
Just to see them haters' faces
Just to see them haters' faces
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