Neighbor Juicy J (Ft. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Juicy J]
Shut the fuck up!
Yeah mane
We still gettin' this paper
Buddah Bless this beat

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Juicy J]
Jet to a check, aw, hit it in cash, hit it n' dash (Yeah, yeah)
Flash, she a dancer (Flash, she a dancer)
Stack it and fold em' (Stack it and fold!)
Forty-two acres (Forty-two acres) fuck on my neighbor (Uh, yeah)
Told her don't say shit (Say, say, say)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (Alright)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Dawg, I'm stuck (Yeah), feel no drugs (Yeah)
That's my love in a cup (Yeah), keep it short (Yeah, yeah)
Got the Dawgs in the cut (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Really off balance, heard they got talent (Uh)
Really ecstatic (Uh), moon walkin' backwards (Uh)
Plane, it got wood floors on the cabinet
Hit the flight attendant, diamond status
Keep a actress on the addicts daily
Looking like Boogie Nights in the 80's, ayy