Throw Dem Racks Juicy J

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Rolled up with the doors up
Niggas say they everywhere, they never showed up
I'm the shit, niggas turn there nose up
I be with my bread like some cold cuts
Every time I see myself coming up
Niggas start hating, what they want from us?
I can't figure out the way they run they mouth
Niggas acting like bitches, oughta wear a blouse
Still pouring that purple stuff in my Fanta
Got choppers and shooters inside my phantom
Strap up if some shit jumped off then I'm bustin'
If you make it out, my nigga, you lucky
Cause I'm faded and I'm ready
And I'm strapped up about my money
And these hoes is crazy, still suck the dick after I played them
And they know I fucked them and leave them
And when I'm in public act like i don't see them*
And they still love me, when I don't feed them
These bitches is greedy give up after the genie
Ferrari switchin' roads
Faster than the money coming from the shows
Niggas know I paved the way, gave up a brick to every city
I created the flow, you niggas is New Jack City