Henges Jr. Boss (Ft. OJ da Juiceman)

[Intro: Jr. Boss]
I don't need one
I don't need no dope
I don't need no dope
Take it it off the henges

[Chorus: Jr. Boss]
Drivin' old school foreign coupes, box Chevys and the Benzs
Get that paper, [?] driveway, take your dope straight off the henges
I just want my dough off the henges, I just want my dough off the henges
I just want my dough off the henges, I just want my dough off the henges
Last deal right around the corner, time to start a feeding frenzy
X pills, kush marijuana, time to make these niggas envy
I just want my dough off the henges, I just want my dough off the henges
I just want my dough off the henges, I just want my dough off the henges

[Verse 1: Jr. Boss]
I know I just got outta prison, my double cup filled up with fuego
I'm just tryna get me some chips, you know I ain't talkin' potato
Been shoppin' at harlem, no perfect homptie, rubies on my neck it red, bloody stones
I bought me a spot just to lay low and stack up my pesos, I call this my lil honey comb
Huh, huh, burglar boys, yeah the dolla, huh, I don't mean like a robot
Huh, one stove working' four pots, your ho wanna suck on my blowjob
I need to scale some bags, a couple cigars, I call these my lil utensils
[?] the neighbors are sick 'cause I'm smokin some shit that's so loud it sound like a whistle
AR-15s and the sound like some missiles, please do not play or you gon' get your head shoot
Ain't no [?] so go get your pistol, shittin' on niggas so pass me a tissue
Gucci and Fendi that I have is expensive, car pull up in my driveway like it [?]
Went and bought up my dog is a Shih Tzu, [?] real fast like I'm Twista