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Double cup, styrofoam, pour it up

And she look bad in the Maybach truck

Bubble butt cost ten, lift it up

LSD tabs, sticky stuff on her tongue

$2,500, yeah, we tax for the tuss

Five percent tint on the wind', it's a must

Audemars Piguet on my wrist, not much

Got a couple back home and they picking up dust

Whole lotta rocks in the bust down

Went and copped ten then I went and got—

Psh, I'm up

Bad lil' thottie came back to the crib, wanna eat me up

Back of the 'Bach, she a slut

Pointers on us, ain't picking up rust

Said she want love but the bitch want lust

Kam came home, caught a body

Then he went got his hit money, went and got rich like up

Damn

I be lookin' like, "Damn, what the fuck?"

We pull up in that i8, that Roadster, that Cullinan

We gon' pop out in that truck

Blue tint windows, I'm fuckin' it up

Choppa on me, I'm bussin' it up

He had made lotta money then spent it on jewelry

Now that lil' boy outta luck

We gon' put that lil' boy in a hearse

It's like twenty-five racks for a verse

Shit like twenty-five racks for her purse

Pull out twenty-five racks, I'ma splurge

Bitch, it's me, give a fuck what you heard

All this money come in, it can't hurt

Like it's London, no Tipton, I'm Juice, Scottie Pippen

I fuck around and pop me a Perc'

Double cup, styrofoam, pour it up

And she look bad in the Maybach truck

Bubble butt cost ten, lift it up

LSD tabs, sticky stuff on her tongue

$2,500, yeah, we tax for the tuss

Five percent tint on the wind', it's a must

Audemars Piguet on my wrist, not much

Got a couple back home and they picking up dust

Whole lotta rocks in the bust down

Went and copped ten then I went and got—

Psh, I'm up

Bad lil' thottie came back to the crib, wanna eat me up

Back of the 'Bach, she a slut

Pointers on us, ain't picking up rust

Said she want love but the bitch want lust

Kam came home, caught a body

Then he went got his hit money, went and got rich like up