
Respectfully Juicy J, Lex Luger & Trap-A-Holics
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[Chorus]
If they hating, then fuck them, respectfully
I can't give a bitch nothing, respectfully
I ain't answer my phone, now you texting me
Don't check for me, unless you got a check for me
Did it my way, fuck what niggas telling me
How you want your money, but the bank teller telling me?
I'ma let you roll your own, respectfully
Yeah, I'm smoking on exotic, taking ecstasy
[Verse 1]
I'm a millionaire, respectfully and humbley
What I won't do, is let these niggas crumble me
I'm a catch, so these bitchеs better not fumble mе
When I'm alone with my bitch, she gon' fondle me
Summertime hot, feel like a hundred degrese
Let the top off the [?] to let in the breeze
And you know a nigga loaded with chetter and cream
Fully loaded with the bells and whistles and [?]
All-star player, never came off the bench
All I smoke is Za, you can tell by the stentch
No wonder why you mad, drinking green, you The Grinch
Got my Draco tucked in a [?]
Stomp a nigga out, like a moshpit
I like neck real long, like an ostrich
Quick to tear the club up, that was our shit
Leave with the bag, yeah, held hostage
If they hating, then fuck them, respectfully
I can't give a bitch nothing, respectfully
I ain't answer my phone, now you texting me
Don't check for me, unless you got a check for me
Did it my way, fuck what niggas telling me
How you want your money, but the bank teller telling me?
I'ma let you roll your own, respectfully
Yeah, I'm smoking on exotic, taking ecstasy
[Verse 1]
I'm a millionaire, respectfully and humbley
What I won't do, is let these niggas crumble me
I'm a catch, so these bitchеs better not fumble mе
When I'm alone with my bitch, she gon' fondle me
Summertime hot, feel like a hundred degrese
Let the top off the [?] to let in the breeze
And you know a nigga loaded with chetter and cream
Fully loaded with the bells and whistles and [?]
All-star player, never came off the bench
All I smoke is Za, you can tell by the stentch
No wonder why you mad, drinking green, you The Grinch
Got my Draco tucked in a [?]
Stomp a nigga out, like a moshpit
I like neck real long, like an ostrich
Quick to tear the club up, that was our shit
Leave with the bag, yeah, held hostage
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