Lyrics So Much Money - Juicy J
Thumbin'
through
so
much
money,
thumbin'
through
so
much
money,
thumbin'
through
so
much
money,
that
I
need
three
hands
to
count
it
Thumbin'
through
so
much
money,
so,
s-so
much
money,
thumbin'
through
so
much
money
that
I
need
three
hands
to
count
it
I
woke
up
in
a
Bugatti,
and
parked
it
by
my
Ferrari
Took
my
Rolex
and
chopped
it
and
stuffed
it
in
my
Buggari
I
got
your
bitch
on
a
Molly,
she
ride
me
like
a
Ducati
If
giving
head
was
a
college,
she
would
be
summa
cum
laude
She
treat
my
dick
like
a
pistol,
I
treat
her
face
like
a
target
I
told
em
"Bandz
A
Make
Her
Dance",
I
turned
my
head,
that
shit
charted
Black
matte
Aston
Martin,
my
hood
gives
Koopsta
apartments
Lambo
didn't
come
with
no
key,
I
push
a
button
to
start
it
Say
Juicy
J
must
know
magic,
all
these
invisible
sets
I
put
kush
in
my
lungs
and
leather
seats
in
my
jet
I
got
a
gold-plated
toilet,
my
nigga,
I'm
rich
as
shit
And
I
would
carry
a
wallet
but
all
my
money
won't
fit
I
drop
the
bag
in
Miami,
and
Faragamo'd
my
bitch
A
couple
of
bands
for
her
bills,
a
couple
more
for
her
tits
Bitch
I
got
money
and
shooters
don't
make
me
pay
for
the
hit
They
wipe
your
ass
off
the
planet
like
you
ain't
never
exist
I'm
countin'
so
much
money,
dollar
signs
all
I
see
I
might
go
buy
me
an
island
and
fly
your
bitch
to
my
D
I
got
that
old
school
Chevy
with
crocodile
on
my
seat
And
I
still
run
with
them
wolves,
yeah
bitch
I'm
a
beast
I
spent
the
rack
'fore
I
knew
it,
and
that
was
just
on
my
feet
This
bitch
is
stupid
as
fuck
but
on
that
Molly
she
geek
She
like
"It's
Christmas
in
May",
I'm
'bout
to
roll
up
a
reef
And
I'm
so
cold
on
these
hoes
but
I
still
carry
that
heat
1 One of Those Nights
2 One Thousand
3 If It Aint
4 Scholarship
5 All I Blow Is Loud
6 Talkin' Bout
7 Money a Do It
8 Show Out
9 Show Out
10 Smoke a Ni**A
11 Smoke a Nigga
12 Gun Plus a Mask
13 Wax
14 So Much Money
15 No Heart No Love
16 Smokin' Rollin'
17 The Woods
18 Stop It
19 Scholarship
20 If It Aint
21 Smokin' Rollin'
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