Suicide Doors Juicy J (Ft. Cordae)

[Intro: Juicy J]
Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up
Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up
Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up
Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Get a bag before you beef
You need money for a war
Out the trenches from the streets
Now I'm listed in the Forbes
Tuck the Glock inside my Louis
Tuck the SIG in my Dior
Yeah, they pay attention now
'Cause I'm too rich to get ignored
I'm that nigga from the north
I've been pimpin' since the fort
What's the plug without the sockеt?
I'm connected like thе cord
Let's get wealthy, fuck these whores
Cashin' checks but I want more
Whip the Ghost, you think it's haunted with the suicide doors

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I'm the man, turned a four Sedan to a clan
Understand you can't make a profit 'til you make a plan
Ain't no deals, I got all these bills, ain't no time to chill
You a leech? I'm just tryna eat, I make Happy Meals
From the block, I was stampin' blocks, you was punchin' clocks
Hit or miss, you was tryna diss, I was buyin' stocks
Look at us, use the city bus, now, it's private planes
Bouncin' back, took a lotta L's, that's part of the game
Keep it coming, let's go get this money, don't be chasin' fame
If you broke and you not out here grindin', how you gon' complain?
Hunnid mill' for a rainy day, I can stand the rain
I encourage you keep hustlin' until you can say the same