Money - Juicy J

I will come creepin through your hood with that gun on my waist

Tell me what's the procedure with the gun on your face

We did a couple of talkin we just out here gettin money

Out here f**king these hoes my young ins servin them junkies

I got partnas that smoke, I got b**ches that sniff

I got killas and goons, and they all with the sh*t

Send them bust in your home, if you play with my chips

They gon come in shoot them choppas bullet shoot through them bricks

Comin shoot up your house, comin spray up your whip

I need money my ni**a, say them gangsters for your b**ch

Catch you out on the town, then you sh*t out of luck

I don't play in Milwaukee, but I been up my Bucks

I see ya got some haters, yeah a money do it

Shawty do some strands for some change, yeah a money do it

If I want a ni**a dead, yeah a money do it

If I want it I'mma get it, I got money to do it

Take your b**ch home then I'm all up in that p**sy

Old school pimpin she ain't f**kin with no rookie

Juicy J be cooler than a phantom on a ho

Watch me take her out the club, and drop some bands on that ho

Buy that b**ch a bag, buy that b**ch some beans

I keep her caked up ni**a that's a happy me

Full of codeine in my styrofoam cup

I can turn a church girl into a stone cold slut

Bad red bone, puttin on the show

No I'm not gon wife her up cuz she errbody ho

F**kin with them broke niggas, so what does she think

Need to get your mind right, b**ch, and come get these Franklins

I see ya got some haters, yeah a money do it

Shawty do some strands for some change, yeah a money do it

If I want a ni**a dead, yeah a money do it

If I want it I'mma get it, I got money to do it

I see ya got some haters, yeah a money do it

Shawty do some strands for some change, yeah a money do it

If I want a ni**a dead, yeah a money do it

If I want it I'mma get it, I got money to do it

I got money to do it

I got money to do it

F**k niggas don't want to go to war

Got a AK and a snub nose

Shut em up, he talkin sh*t

Put a ski mask on, and a pumpin sh*t

Kick in the door, and leave em dead

With a aim so precise, two shots to the head

One for the money, two for the Feds

Lord forgive, but I mean what I seen

All in your house, and I'm looking for a d**e

Cuz I got to get paid or else no hope

I'm Juicy J throw with some titties on the boat

Best believe I'm a pimp, ni**a ain't goin broke

Ride in the car with a body in the trunk

Three niggas deep, and we rollin up a blunt

Straight to Mississippi, sweatin' off a pilly

Crazy as hell you niggas gotta kill me

You niggas dont, wanna die

Chest out, and they actin hard

Caligrove and a .45

Hollow tips, that pull a part

Keep it G, my G

Or you can meet jamaicans, body count stackin'

I was in Jamaica with Alabas

I be bitin down flyin high

Hatin' a** niggas gotta die

If they mad them I'mma let em try

I can kick her door, or I can snatch a ni**a

My niggas ridin' with me yellin lets crack a ni**a

Knew a Memphis fool wrapped up with the tool

Police pull me over I'mma play it cool

I aint goin to jail, (no sir)

I shoot and I run thats how a ni**a post bail b**ch!