Money a Do It - Juicy J

[Verse 1:]
I will gun creep you through your hood with that gun on my waist
Tell me what's the procedure with the gun on your face
We did a couple of talkin we just out here gettin money
Out here f_cking these hoes my young ins servin them junkies
I got partnas that smoke, I got b_tches that sniff
I got killas and goons, and they all with the sh_t
Send them bust in your home, if you play with my chips
They gon come in shoot them choppas bullet shoot through them bricks
Comin shoot up your house, comin spray up your wealth
I need money my n_gga, say them gangsters for your b_tch
Catch you out on the town, then you [?] all up
I don't play in my walkin, but I been up my buck, hol up

[Hook: x2]
I see ya got some haters, yeah a money do it
Shawty do some strands for some change, yeah a money do it
If I want a n_gga dead, yeah a money do it
If I want it I'm a get it, I got money to do it

[Verse 2:]
Take your b_tch home then I'm all up in that p_ssy
Old school pimpin she ain't f_ckin with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a phantom on a ho
Watch me take her out the club, and drop some bands on that ho
Buy that b_tch a bag, buy that b_tch some beans
I keep her caked up n_gga that's a happy me
Full of codeine in my styrofoam cup
I can turn a church girl into a stone cold sl_t
Bad red bone, puttin on the show
No I'm not gon wife her up cause she errbody ho
F_ckin with them broke n_ggas, so what does she think
Need to get your mind right, b_tch, and come get these Franklins


[Verse 3:]
F_ck n_ggas don't want to go to war
Got a AK and a snub nose
Shoot em up, he talkin sh_t
With a ski mask on, and a pumpin sh_t
Kick in the door, and leave em dead
With a aim so precise, two shots to the head
One for the money, two for the Feds
Lord forgive, but I mean what I seen
All in your house, and I'm looking for a dope
Cause I got to get paid or else no hope
I'm Juicy J throw with some [?] to the boat
Best believe I'm a pimp, n_gga ain't goin broke
Ride in the car with a body in the trunk
Three n_ggas deep, and we rollin up a blunt
Straight to Mississippi, sweatin up a pilly
Crazy is hell, you n_ggas gotta kill me
You n_ggas don't, wanna die,
Chest out, and acting hard
Calico, and a 45
Hollow tips, that pull apart
Keep it G, my G
Or you could meet your makers, body count stackin
I was in Jamaica, with Alabaisse
I be flyin by bitin down I'm flying high
Hatin ass n_ggas gotta die
If they mad then I'm a let them try
I could kick a door, or I could snatch a n_gga
My n_ggas ridin with me, and they yellin let's crack a n_gga
North Memphis full strapped up with a 2
Police pulled me over I'm a play it cool
I ain't going to jail (no sir)
I shoot and I run, that's how a n_gga post bail

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