[Intro: Future & Juicy J]
Hold up
Esco
Hold up
I got you mane
It's gettin technical, it's gettin technical, I can tell you that
Ayy
[Hook: Future & Juicy J]
Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man, roll up
Bitch better know who I am (who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po')
Already worked out a deal (yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no)
Lil' homie need to calm down, chill (uh huh), good thing I had my blower (slick, slick)
I'm always chasin' these mills, cause I used to sleep on the floor (mhmm)
I know you see me in all this gear, still I wanna have more
Been fuckin this hoe for years, she ain't tell me this pussy was yours
She ain't tell me this pussy was yours (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I just popped my hood (hood) and I can't find my motor (motor)
I walked in the bank (bank) like bitch never mind my odor (my odor)
That's grade A loud I'm blowin (mhmm) I just put my wrist out, it's snowin (snowin)
Its a baby AR I'm totin' (totin'), nigga try me right now, I'mma show him
Been getting paid since the percolator, you ain't real you a impersonator (nigga)
I got money so damn old that it ain't even in circulate (yeah)
Hook your ass to a respirator, I was only tryna help you haters
Send my goons to assassinate you, my joint so long I use wrapping paper
Lit, I'm a stoner, met your girl at the club I'mma bone her
You can have that hoe right back, I don't want that bitch, she a loaner
Used to be hanging on the corner, now a nigga live on the Billboard
I got more money than I can spend, and a team full of niggas that’ll kill for it
Hold up
Esco
Hold up
I got you mane
It's gettin technical, it's gettin technical, I can tell you that
Ayy
[Hook: Future & Juicy J]
Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man, roll up
Bitch better know who I am (who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po')
Already worked out a deal (yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no)
Lil' homie need to calm down, chill (uh huh), good thing I had my blower (slick, slick)
I'm always chasin' these mills, cause I used to sleep on the floor (mhmm)
I know you see me in all this gear, still I wanna have more
Been fuckin this hoe for years, she ain't tell me this pussy was yours
She ain't tell me this pussy was yours (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I just popped my hood (hood) and I can't find my motor (motor)
I walked in the bank (bank) like bitch never mind my odor (my odor)
That's grade A loud I'm blowin (mhmm) I just put my wrist out, it's snowin (snowin)
Its a baby AR I'm totin' (totin'), nigga try me right now, I'mma show him
Been getting paid since the percolator, you ain't real you a impersonator (nigga)
I got money so damn old that it ain't even in circulate (yeah)
Hook your ass to a respirator, I was only tryna help you haters
Send my goons to assassinate you, my joint so long I use wrapping paper
Lit, I'm a stoner, met your girl at the club I'mma bone her
You can have that hoe right back, I don't want that bitch, she a loaner
Used to be hanging on the corner, now a nigga live on the Billboard
I got more money than I can spend, and a team full of niggas that’ll kill for it
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