paroles de chanson Intro - Juicy J

This ain't a mixtape, bitch, this a rich tape
Nah, it ain't my birthday, but I hot big cake
Give a bitch a shot, she don't wanna miss a big break
Big bank, big Frank, rollie with the big face
Run up too fast, that'll be a mistake
Glock 17 make a Nigga get his shit straight
Chrome to the dome, put the dick in ya' bitch face
Rolls Royce truck, we just call ir the big wraith

Three six Bentley on that flow shit
Yo' new shit sound like my old shit
Ya'll niggas just like rocks in the ocean
Get the hoes twisted, now they wide open
Told ya, I ain't got time for the bull
My name hold weight, in the street, I got pull
Murdered that pussy, i'm killing ya'll boys
$uicideboy$ be killing that noise
When it rains it pours, good dope coming out my pores
Walk in, buy the wole store
'Member I was poor, oh well, not no more
Get paid, fuck theses whores
Used to have to sell that rock
Now, we be rockin' these shows, we all on tours
Ball like I handle that rock
Come to the crib, hit the bitch on woodgrains floors

Do I really got them bands?
(Yeah hoe, yeah hoe)
I want you and all your friends
(Yeah hoe, yeah hoe)
Can you hop out in this Benz?
(Yeah hoe, yeah hoe)
Make you wanna leave your man
(Yeah hoe, yeah hoe)