Stop It - Juicy J
[Intro:]
I'm a tell you broke n_ggas something
Listen
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Make money, no vacation
Pay cash don't make payments
Getting high like I'm eighteen
But I've been rich since the late eighty's
Backstage, naked ladies
Poppin pills and swallowing babies
Bad b_tches ain't come to play
She gon' give me head before I go on stage
New car, a couple, a hundred
Ain't nothin' I call it play money
Bugatti, Ferrari, the Benz, the Bentley
Juicy stay stuntin
Street n_ggas, we packin them 2's
Play with it, make action news
Put some money on your head, you worth a stack or two
Real n_gga I'm 100, I stay leanin, I chase money
N_ggas out here savin hoes, n_ggas need to be savin money
Made mine, can't take it from me
Hit the club, I take your woman
Take her home, get some head, wake up breakfast in bed
Yeah n_gga that's grits and eggs
Rich b_tch don't forget the bread
Up and down that interstate
I move weight, that's Jenny Craig
I'm a f_ck me a model, I'm a f_ck me a model
You only get to live one time, so I'm a f_ck me a model
[Hook: Juicy J]
I make money all day then I ball with the profits
N_ggas hate on me, I tell em hatin' n_ggas stop it
Go f_ck with a b_tch, get that becky then I'm gone
Catch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong [x2]
[Interlude:]
Straight out of North n_ggas n_gga
20 years in
Still rich and ain't gon stop getting rich
Told you n_ggas I ain't never gonna stop getting money
Let's get it
[Verse 2:]
B_tch you ain't no killa
And real n_ggas don't talk
Start sh_t in this club
It's going down in the parking lot
N_ggas get killed and then we ain't shedding no tears
N_ggas can't keep they mouth closed, judge give you them years
Yo homie f_ckin yo b_tch
And she ain't duckin yo cock
Them noobies ain't holding you down
And you call them n_ggas yo dogs
They really out here hatin so stay strapped up like a tight
They got guns, they got them rubies
Except they not shootin blanks
Pass straight them, broad daylight
They don't care who lookin
Young n_ggas got something to prove, n_ggas think he pushin
Playin round in my hood and I'll smoke you like a swisha
We don't care bout money and we don't play with them pistols
[Hook: Juicy J]
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