Slam Poet Juice Juice WRLD

[Intro]
Cha-ching, let's get it

[Chorus]
Uh, made a million dollars out the dust (Uh, uh)
Always had them shooters in the cut (Uh, uh)
Front your move, and they'll fuck you up (Uh, uh)
Bust some moves, you tryna get rich or what? (Uh, uh)
I hop on the stage, moshpits enraged, the crowd going crazy (Uh, uh)
A nigga get paid like a hundred a day, I swear life is amazing (Uh, uh)
I'm catchin' a flight with a dick-suckin' dyke and a couple of Asians, uh, uh (We look related)
Smokin' on gas 'til my eyes get that Asian persuasion

[Verse]
Uh, yeah, Tokyo Drift, car tricks
You ain't smokin' what I'm smokin', my dealer a Martian
We all totin', down to go, my niggas like a squadron
Marching, an army, lettin' it bust, splittin' niggas heads, kickin' up dust
Knuck if you buck, he a fuck nigga, fuck 'em
Chopper with the nuts, horny gun, it'll fuck 'em
Bitches ain't shit, but niggas still love 'em
They say niggas ain't shit, but then still fuck 'em

[Interlude]
Haha, realest shit I never wrote
Probably not the realest shit I ever spoke
Either way it goes, it's dope, haha, dope
By the way, I-I hit your bitch like a note
She hopped on my dick like a frog, so
I kind of laughed and said she croaked
You know? Let's go