[Intro: Juicy J]
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Cant stop this money flow, broke ass niggas (never)
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Hatin' ass niggas man
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[Verse 1: Juicy J]
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I got them shooters on deck AK's with banana clips
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We aint bout that talking you get smoked like castle sticks
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My nigga only move a real niggas and goons
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They dont know how to talk, they only know how to shoot
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Drop a couple bands, and get your top cut off
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While I'm somewhere with some rich white folks playing golf
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My Benz got a hole in the top like a dolphin
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I'm on this codeine because this weed got me coughin'
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From Memphis Tenneesse where it aint ten a ki
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Find a nigga dead in his house, he just a memory
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Niggas starving in these streets, coming for your stash
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A gun plus a mask, you do that math
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Still steppin' on them blocks like hopscotch
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Goons on deck shootin' like they own a shot clock
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Real nigga always countin' like a stop watch
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Bullet after toaster turn you to a pop tart
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Hundred bands on the watch bitch its my time
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We were totin' pistols to school before Columbine
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Juicy J, North Memphis vet
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I went and bought a Corvette and put it on my neck
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Money talk, you broke niggas is deaf
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Bitch I'm blowin' on loud and so is my check
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Fully-automatics, no auto-tune
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I don't make no diss songs I'm leaving rappers with bullet wound
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[Hook x2: Juicy J]
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Boss nigga, I be callin' shots
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These shakin' ass niggas, be callin' cops
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If I got any problems, I call them shooters
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My bitch got plenty racks, I call them hooters
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[Outro: Juicy J]
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Real shit, real spit
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Get your money up nigga
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Yeah, (maf…..mafia)
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Boss Nigga
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Juicy J |