Just Might RJ & Choice (Ft. QUE.)

[Chorus:]
I just might, I just might
Have a bank roll, now shit I just might
I just might, I just might
Buy a bag for your bitch shit I just might
I just might, I just might
Have it on me in the club shit I just might
I just might, I just might
Hundred bottles in the club shit I just might

[Verse 2:]
I just might fuck, I bet she let me
Fall back, can't show these niggas the recipe
I take the pussy from her but you take the bitches to Tiffany’s
Bank roll got it looking like I'm wearing skinny jeans
Came up from the bottom, now I got rich nigga problems
Foreign on both feet, my car don’t need a door key

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Out my lane nigga, use your blinker
Get your bitch to use her thinker
Had to hook, line and sink her
And I pull up clean as Virgin Mary's sex records
Pussy sweet as motherfucking bell peppers
Don’t tell her dope seller, nah nigga dope rap seller
Lean like tennis shoes on a fat fella
Count a million in a blindfold, the realest nigga I know
See a fine ho and I might with the dyno