Standing on the Corner OJ da Juiceman

[Hook]
I went from standing on the corner to busting down bricks
Young Juiceman, cuz, serving babies and nicks
I'ma get this money or whatever it's gon' take
And post up in your trap with the pounds and the weight
I went from standing on the corner to busting down bricks
Young Juiceman, cuz, serving babies and nicks
I'ma get this money or whatever it's gon' take
And post up in your trap with the pounds and the weight

[Verse 1]
Now, ever since a youngin', all I've been around is money
Post up on the curb and catch all the junkies
With straight drop whip, I had the apartment doing numbers
Man, I ran that shit up in, like, five to six summers
Moved to the store and I was still knocking numbers
Bomb in the bushes, hot dogged them out of hunger
Worked out the yard, red dog called from [?]
With the [?], dog, they tried to take me under
I shook them haters off like Fred and Barney Rubble
Put me on probation 'cause they know I mean trouble
Young Juiceman and my neck is like a jungle
Just bought a Maserati off the pounds, bricks, and bundles
Man, I got so much money, man, I just might buy a Zonda
With a house on the hill, bought it just for my momma
And my nephew thirteen, you know I caught the Hummer
With so many bricks and my dimes look like numbers