Lyrics

Mustard on the beat Hoe! Yea hoe with the vision Let em all see the eye Plottin on a meal ticket Dodging all the bike cops Man the streets real wicked I'mma need some wheel pop Plottin on a meal ticket Put my name on Will Call Come on Journey on the check Come on take em real far Tell attorneys keep a check Cuz we gettin mailed often Money and respect, fly shit Lit off the hot shit Get you wet up, lit up like a Molotov Hot Sauce, stop playin Niggas know I been hot Cooling right now Hell nah, being hot Chillin' on me no chilling with me Juice where you been? You ain't know I been I been hot Juice where you been? You ain't know I been I been hot Juice where you been? You ain't know I been I been hot Ball with no rim I should keep the Benz top When there's war no kids get exempt from the shots Liquor store in my crib hundred dollar bottle different guy I want a meal ticket, I won't sit up here and lie I know it feel different, I won't interfere with God Uzi fit up in the Gucci coochie, coolly, coolly high Uzi fit up in the Gucci coochie, coolly, coolly high Front row tickets and chicken tikka pie Plush bowl party tip a waitress one more time Bitch I been high, put satan out his job God's flow, skyscrapers, sip scotch from '89 Wait I'mma do me, nigga I'mma get mine Only thing free when you flocking fulltime Jeopardize your freedom when you caught up for them crimes Tryna wash my niggas, clip 'em like a clothes line Hold time, big chilling, niggas smart, being high Shoulder getting colder, getting older, being the blind See this real nigga, we gon' make some real pop Plotting on a meal ticket Put my name in wheel comp, real time Stop playing, niggas know I'm being high Cool it right now, hell nah, I'm real fly Chillin' on me no chilling with me Juice where you been? You ain't know I been I been hot Platinum back to back Yeah you know I been I been hot Talking 'bout a rose That you know I been I been kind Playing with the keys Yeah you know I been law Zone in the plate 'Til you know I been raw Light-skinned freak, yeah you know I need a red thigh If a nigga tripping he gon' see a red dye Talkin' wet dreams you could get your bed dry Fifth rubber quit, yeah I mean a head shot Always going boss, so I'm about to run point Finished chain on, hope you niggas get the point Buying cellphones for thr homies in the joint (brr) Heard he fresh out, roll it up, that's a joint Just got a rollie thugged out on a fee Went to Fer-lee hold the fort with Fer-lee Jury game lit, 'bout to pardon out the peace Flash like alarm while you work a nigga sleep (hmm) Stop playing, niggas know I'm being high Cool it right now, hell nah, I'm real fly Chillin' on me ain't no chilling with me when it's high Juice where you been? You ain't know I been I been hot Bitch I been hot Bitch I been hot Juice where you been? You ain't know I been I been hot Chillin' on me ain't no chilling with me when it's high Juice where you been? You ain't know I been I been hot Bitch I been hot Bitch I been hot
Writer(s): Dijon Mcfarlane, Rodney Brown, Odis Oliver Flores, Marlon Cordova Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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