Just Another Gangsta Birdman & Juvenile

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Bitch (Bitch)
Nino, look
D-Roc

[Chorus: Juvenile]
I pull up in that yeah, two-forty on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash
Sonnin' these niggas, they respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I’m a jag
Two-forty on the dash
Smart nigga, I could make a treasure out a trash
They respect me like a dad
Just another gangster, yeah, whoadie, I'm a jag

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Y'all chase bitches, I chase bags
Shoppin’ up in LIV, ballet slippers for the swag
And I just got a new crib
'Cause I was stuck and had to get it how I live
Me and my cousin had to write our own scripts, so
We with the hustlin', we was small when we was buyin' cars
Stayed in our budget, can't do nothin' from behind bars
Nothin' but sufferin', I know criminals in all the wards
And I don’t judge ’em
MVP, I'm on some James Harden shit
And fuck a nine to five, I’m on some money ploy shit
You got your money in the bag? Bitch, I need a forklift
I ain't good with fallin' off, I'm tryna make the Forbes List, hey