Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Roll that dough, pour that drink
Fingers to the sky, give a damn what you think
I got the juice
[Verse 2]
I got the juice, yeah
From Adams, all the way out to Spruce, yeah
The bitches gon' choose, yeah
I'ma fuck her and I'ma give her the boot, yeah
[Verse 3]
Purple, red and yellow, I'ma pour it up
You a real ****, you already know what's up
Louis and Irene, I only smoke Louis or Irene
Mix the Perc with the Lean, hey
[Verse 4]
TGOD, shout to my ****, AD
You made it on your own, that remind me of me
Still screaming all out Pusha Inc
Loyal to my **** till I BIP
[Verse 5]
I brought twenty pistols and a whole lot of ammo
Ever since I could remember, we been trappin' out the band-o
**** with it too
If he got a issue, somebody better tell him
****, I got the juice
[Verse 6]
AD, I got the juice like Pac, blood
Five hundred gangs in LA, can't nobody stop blood
**** with the shit, yeah, fuck your bitch, yeah
Let a **** slip, yeah, full clip, yeah
[Verse 7]
I got the juice, yeah, Minute Maid, man
I got the juice, yeah, lemonade stand
Get a spray can, hit up on the walls, my ****
Won't shit move in the city unless I'm involved, my ****
[Verse 8]
Grocery bags, I got the juice by the way
Organic shit, I eat the fruit out Janay
When she scared of a gangster when he tipsy
I feel like Meek the first time he fucked Nicki
[Verse 9]
Tell 'em I got the juice
Look, wait a minute
Tell 'em I got the juice
Look, by the way
Tell 'em I got the juice
Look, wait a minute
Tell 'em I got the juice
Huh, by the way
[Verse 10]
Goddamn, I told 'em I would get it
****, they didn't listen and juice took over the city
Ain't heard your songs in a minute
Can turn the channel, you'll hear it
No major, I'm independent
You fallin' off or you finished
[Verse 11]
Bet you that it hurts when you look yourself in the mirror
The man now feelin' like Michael Jack in the spirit
I'm flyin' Virgin Jet, I got tired of coaching with Spirit
Grab the rock and I'll pivot, y'all won't live through our lyrics
[Verse 12]
Have the game in the kitchen, go Compton is mine, ****
YG, he keep it funky, got Bompton on line, ****
Did come this far to fail, is you out of your mind, ****
The future of the coast, I'm way out of my time, ****
[Verse 13]
Now how many hoes wanna suck this dick?
Four tours, six months, now I'm so damn rich
Gotta talk that crap, gotta walk that walk
Try to pull up then my gun go pop
You **** dead if you want this bread
Got it on lock but I don't got dreads
[Verse 14]
I'm the man in the city, double O with a chauffeur
Had a little buzz now you're lookin' real sober
Three chains, big wrist, new car, move bricks
Plus I just bought a mansion that I'm hidin' from my bitch
[Verse 15]
If she ever catch me then it might be a pop up
Till then I'ma keep eatin' like potluck
Black on the wall, billboard charts
Hundred million views, I will never lose
[Verse 16]
Tell 'em I got the juice
Look, wait a minute
Tell 'em I got the juice
Look, by the way
Tell 'em I got the juice
Look, wait a minute
Tell 'em I got the juice
Oh, by the way
Tell 'em I got the juice
[Verse 17]
Smell it, let me inhale it, I'm stuffing bands in embellishments
Swagger jacking repellent, I bag the swag up and sell it
I woke up this morning, had thirty missed calls
Bitches tryna get my dick out my supreme drawers
[Verse 18]
Know if the team involved, know it's some green involved
Know if you need a hit, we them **** you need to call
I'm a rich city **** like Calvin T
Cool as AC, got juice like AD
[Verse 19]
Self made millionaire, the money don't make me
Time to go eighteen, I'm drinking that eighteen
If you ever had a question who was who
Ask the Bay about Su, bet they tell you that
Tell 'em I got the juice
[Verse 20]
More juice than the average
Fuck how you feel, bitch, I'm goin' Randy Savage
Left wrist Rolex, right wrist karats
Jiggy with my cup, I got more colors than a parrot
[Verse 21]
I got the juice, I got the juice
Jumped out that Benz and I hopped in a coup
Hopped out that coupe then I jumped in a wraith
Shout out my ****, he just beat the case
[Verse 22]
This is the remix, I'm on that G shit
I got more juice, it's a shame that you ****
Still think you can see this
[Verse 23]
Tropicana, Tropicana
We gon' get it poppin' from LA to Atlanta
Bitches wanna bang, I ain't talkin' bandanas
I'm just here to set the standards, lil' ****
Tell 'em I got the juice
Written by: Brandon Hamlin, Devonte M Griffin, Theron Thomas II, Timothy Thomas, Titus Stubblefield, Ty Dolla $ign, Tyrone William Griffin
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