Blow Out Juicy J

[Intro]
There comes a time in every goon’s life
A nigga wanna flex, and keep on flexin
And keep on flexin, and keep on flexin

[Verse 1]
That's cash, nigga, I got bundles of it
You don't like it, but these bitches love it
If money ain't the topic, no discussion
I'mma need you broke niggas to change the subject
Niggas mad cause they see me stuntin'
Bet you hide when you see an OG coming
Catch me in the whip that I do about 200
In a ho's mouth like I'm TV Johnny
Homie, I've been doing this shit, I'm a vet in this
Shit, you little niggas need to catch up
That Ferrari outside so fast it can fly
So sick it need a check up
Niggas went down when the chips was low
Now they think I owe them something
Same niggas who was talking down on me
Want me to throw 'em something
Motherfucker, I walk up in the club then show out
Po' more out, you tripping if you bring your ho out
I throw dough out
Ain't nothing changed but my change and my chains and I'm ballin'
Numbers on the board, look like a blow out
Came this far all on my own
Hit after hit, now I'm in my zone
Bitch, I topped the charts with every song
Now the Billboard's my second home (ballin')