[Intro: Juicy J] Get your motherfucking paper up and quit hating on other niggas, man. Man, y'all niggas is crazy out here, man. While you niggas be out here with that bullshit!? You already know where I'm gonna be at -- The motherfucking bank
[Hook: Juicy J] (x2) Real hustlers don't sleep, we take a nap Cigarillo full of hairy shit, balled up like naps Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps On a paper chase, and you haters get lapped [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Hood nigga, but a good dude Good nigga, but a hood dude Shit, you don't know what I been through So you don't know what I could do They hating on me, they talk down They talk threats, that's good news Margiela, RAF Simons Them Rick Owens is good shoes Getting paid, I'm in a good mood Old school, slabs in it Grill, 24 karats in it Courtesy of my black dentist Trill bitch ad-libbing That's what I call eloquent I'm getting brain, she sucking dick That's what I call intelligence Tell a fella, tell a gent Tell a friend, and tell a friend All I fuck is lesbians Fuck her till she celibate White bitches love Taylor Swift, tell that bitch I'm hella swift Hustling everyday, with my twin and Juicy J
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[Verse 2: SpaceGhostPurrp] Hi guys, what's up bitch? My name is Purrp I'm fucking your bitch, and I made her squirt I'm going to be rich, as I put in work She's all on my dick, as I made her squirt Mind will get hurt My lyrics merk Niggas with triggas and find them in dirt Man, I like to flirt I'm all in her skirt I smash it, and pass it, and watch that bitch twerk One day, one day You know I'm going to become a God of the fucking country Do what you want to, see gunplay
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[Verse 3: Juicy J] You not getting money man, you already tired I'm finna buy a private jet, bitch I'm getting flier Juicy J the boss, ain't no way I'm getting fired I'm on too much shit to name, ain't no way I'm getting higher I been chasing money since a young nigga from Memphis I see dead presidents, I think I got 6 senses Yea we on the money train, you just rock the benches On the purple and the yellow, call it Barney and the Simpsons Out in Taiwan, smoking Cheech and Chong Roll it in a cigarillo, chief it in a bong Ask me what I'm doing, getting high and counting money And I'm counting all day, because the money keep coming