Money a Do It Juicy J

[Verse 1]
I will come creeping through your hood with that gun on my waist
Tell me, what's the procedure when that gun in your face
We didn't come for no talkin', we just out here gettin' money
Out here fucking these hoes, my youngins servin' them junkies
I got partners that smoke, I got bitches that sniff
I got killers and goons, and they all with the shit
Send them boys to your home, if you play with my chips
They gon' come and shoot them choppas, bullet shoot through them bricks
Come in, shoot up your house, come and spray up your whip
I need money, my nigga, save them games for your bitch
Catch you out on the town, then you shit outta luck
I don't play in Milwaukee, but I been 'bout my buck, hold up

[Hook]
I see I got some haters, yeah, money a do it
Shawty do some strange for some change, yeah, money a do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah, money a do it
If I want it, I'ma get it, I got money to do it
I see I got some haters, yeah, money a do it
Shawty do some strange for some change, yeah a money do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah, money a do it
If I want it, I'ma get it, I got money to do it

[Verse 2]
Take your bitch home, then I'm all up in that pussy
Old school pimpin', she ain't fuckin' with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a fan on a ho
Watch me take her out the club, and drop some bands on that ho (bandz a make her dance)
Buy that bitch a bag, buy that bitch some beans
I keep her caked up, nigga, that's a happy meal
Full of codeine in my Styrofoam cup
I can turn a church girl into a stone cold slut
Bad red bone, puttin' on the show
No, I'm not gon' wife her 'cause she e'rybody ho
Fuckin' with them broke niggas, so what is she thinkin'?
Need to get your mind right, bitch, and come get these Franklins