Timberlake (feat. Juicy J)

Fuck a eighth, where the O's

Let me buy, buy, buy

Timberlake with the case

Say bye, bye, bye

Got my hand on yo' bitch

Yeah, she mine, mine, mine

Anytime I get low

I get high, high, high

O-5 on my side, come and drop, drop, drop

Put your hands in the sky or you die, die, die

Now it's time to unwind

Windows down in the ride

Phone off, seat back

Don't try and hit my line

Flow age like wine

Sip it, now she fine

Negative mind, baby, BONES not kind

Poison in my lungs

Dopin' 'til I'm done

Bury me alive with a hunnid-fifty blunts

Lit, I'ma split

Like a kid throwin' a fit

Always yappin' how you stackin'

Spendin' bands on your bitch

Get ran for your shit

Get robbed for your life

Set fire to your ice

Watch you melt in the light

I got two bad bitches suckin' at the same time

The way they have my toes curled up should be a crime

Roll me up some killer, bitch, I smoke that homicide

Doctor did a CAT scan

He said, "Boy, your brain's fried"

I sent goons out to meet ya, it won't be no drive-by

Put a ticket on yo' head, now that's money on yo' mind

Nine figure ****, yeah, multimillionaire

All my ice hittin', I feel like a Frigidaire

Tony Montana with the gold silverware

And I come from north Memphis

Lion, tigers, grizzly bears

All these **** hatin' 'cause I'm winnin' and they ain't

All these quarters in my lungs, I feel like a piggy bank

I feel like a piggy bank

Oh, I feel like a piggy bank

All these quarters in my lungs, I feel like a piggy bank

What you hoes think?

Fuck a eighth, where the O's

Let me buy, buy, buy

Timberlake with the case

Say bye, bye, bye

Got my hand on yo' bitch

Yeah, she mine, mine, mine

Anytime I get low

I get high, high, high