Money War Juice WRLD & G Herbo

[Intro: G Herbo & Juice WRLD]
(Lil' Mexico, yeah, ayy, yo, Mexico, uh-huh)
Motherfucker (Uh, huh-huh)
We, we in New York, we just went fresh out of the plane
It's 253 on foenem
(Bitch, huh-huh)
(Bitch, huh-huh, DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)
(I got what you want)

[Verse 1: G Herbo & Juice WRLD]
Call me big G Herbo, Swerve for short (Uh-huh, for short)
Keep my car in sport (My car in sport)
And I ball, yeah, I ball, like I got home court, bitch
I'm 'bout family, money, and shit, and that's in that order (In that order)
Bought a Rollie, look like my shit been sittin' in that water (In that water)
Look at my neck, a quarter milli' (Quart')
I'll fuck your wife and daughter, silly (Uh-huh)
Throwin' up B's like I'm Billy (Billy)
Fire your block up, pop a wheelie, skrrt (Skrrt)
Nigga, let's have a money war (Oh)
Can't go to work, you ain't got no money (Work)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Bitch, my money worth (Uh-huh)
I earn my stripe like Adidas (Uh-huh)
Five-hundred K for a feature (Uh-huh)
I probably could fuck on my teacher
I hit from the back on the bleachers
Yeah, she fucked Swerve (Swerve), fuck-nigga need work (Need work)
She suck 'til the knees hurt (She go), big gun with a three burst (Grrah, go)
Huh, there he go, shit, grab the heater
.223s got him hot like a fever
Oh my God, I'm her God, she a believer (Uh)
Yeah, she go all the way, yeah, set it up, call the play, yeah
Thirteen for the Chanel (Woo), she fucked me for that Chanel (Fucked for Chanel)
Hundred bands left in the duffel still
Get in our way, we shoot to kill
I been gettin' buckets, no pales, bitch, I'm rich as hell
Let's have a money war, for Benjamin, I kill