Money a do it lyrics by Juicy J

Stay trippy tracklist

released 2013 via Columbia Records / Sony Music / Kemosabe Records
1. Stop it
2. Smokin' rollin'
3. No heart no love
4. So much money
5. Bounce it
6. Wax
7. Gun plus a mask
8. Smoke a nigga
9. Show out
10. The woods
11. Money a do it lyrics
12. Talkin' bout
13. All i blow is loud
14. Banz a make her dance
15. Scholarship
16. If i ain't
17. One thousand
18. Having sex
19. One of those nights

[Verse 1:]
I will come creepin' 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 talking we just out here getting money
Out here fucking these hoes my youngins serving them junkies
I got partners that smoke, I got bitches that sniff
I got killers and goons, and they all with the shit
Send them boys in your home, if you play with my chips
They gon come in shoot them choppers bullet shoot through them bricks
Coming shoot up your house, coming spray up your wealth
I need money my nigga, say them gangsters for your bitch
Catch you out on the town, then you shit out of luck
I don't play in Milwaukee, but I been up my buck, hol up

[Hook 2x:]
I see ya got some haters, yeah a money do it
Shawty do some strange for some change, yeah a money do it
If I want a nigga 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 bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy
Old school pimping she ain't fucking with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a fan on a ho
Watch me take her out the club, and drop some bands on that ho
Buy that bitch a bag, buy that bitch some beans
I keep her caked up nigga that's a happy me
Full of codeine in my Styrofoam cup
I can turn a church girl into a stone cold slut
Bad red bone, putting on the show
No I'm not gon' wife her cause she everybody ho
Fucking with them broke niggas, so what does she think
Need to get your mind right, bitch, and come get these Franklins

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Fuck niggas don't want to go to war
Got a AK and a snub nose
Shut em up, he talking shit
With a ski mask on, and a popping shit
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 said
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 Taylors on the boat
Best believe I'm a pimp, nigga ain't going broke
Ride in the car with a body in the trunk
Three niggas deep, and we rolling up a blunt
Straight to Mississippi, sweating off a pilly
Crazy as hell, you niggas gotta kill me
You niggas 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 stacking
I was in Jamaica, with Alabaisse
I be flying by biting down I'm flying high
Hating ass niggas gotta die
If they mad then I'm a let them try
I could kick a door, or I could snatch a nigga
My niggas riding with me, and they yelling let's crack a nigga
North Memphis full strapped up with a tool
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 nigga post bail