[Intro]
(Coach me, Joey)
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
[Chorus: Baby Money]
I got blues out the blue jays, and I got OJs like Juiceman
Two hundred pints, I'm the juiceman, grindin' in my new Vans
But they made by Fear of God (Joey)
Ayy, nigga, we only fearin' God, niggas mad that we beat the odds
Yeah, niggas surprised
So look alive, niggas mad that we beat the odds
Yeah, niggas surprised
So look alive
[Verse 1: Peezy]
We done finally beat the odds, niggas act like they surprised
Shit, I done seen with my eyes'd make a grown man cry
Diamonds in the Jesus piece, bitch, I'm only fearin' God
Had to get it how I live, they don't make it on my side
Where the skinny niggas die and big niggas get the bag
Lil' nigga jump out with them big sticks, get out on your ass
On my way back to the city with some shit that I just grabbed
They can take a whole one, but I'ma hit it with a half
Bustdown Rollie on, it cost a chicken and a half
You can do the same shit, instead you sittin' on your ass
If I make the phone call, they gon' be sittin' in your grass
I'll shake this bitch down, you pussy niggas make me mad
Bought my bitch Chanel bag but I had to take it back
I'll backslap your ass, ho, you dealin' with a Mack
Turned a half to a whole one, finna bust it down in packs
You can see the flakes in it when you bust open the wrapper from the trap
(Coach me, Joey)
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
[Chorus: Baby Money]
I got blues out the blue jays, and I got OJs like Juiceman
Two hundred pints, I'm the juiceman, grindin' in my new Vans
But they made by Fear of God (Joey)
Ayy, nigga, we only fearin' God, niggas mad that we beat the odds
Yeah, niggas surprised
So look alive, niggas mad that we beat the odds
Yeah, niggas surprised
So look alive
[Verse 1: Peezy]
We done finally beat the odds, niggas act like they surprised
Shit, I done seen with my eyes'd make a grown man cry
Diamonds in the Jesus piece, bitch, I'm only fearin' God
Had to get it how I live, they don't make it on my side
Where the skinny niggas die and big niggas get the bag
Lil' nigga jump out with them big sticks, get out on your ass
On my way back to the city with some shit that I just grabbed
They can take a whole one, but I'ma hit it with a half
Bustdown Rollie on, it cost a chicken and a half
You can do the same shit, instead you sittin' on your ass
If I make the phone call, they gon' be sittin' in your grass
I'll shake this bitch down, you pussy niggas make me mad
Bought my bitch Chanel bag but I had to take it back
I'll backslap your ass, ho, you dealin' with a Mack
Turned a half to a whole one, finna bust it down in packs
You can see the flakes in it when you bust open the wrapper from the trap
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