| 作词 : Bryan Williams/Terius Gray/Daniel Lebrun | |
| 作曲 : Bryan Williams/Terius Gray/Daniel Lebrun | |
| [Verse 1: Juvenile] | |
| I done got in the mood, that liquor kickin' in | |
| And all these average ass bitches lookin’ different | |
| The niggas workin' the door let all the chickens in | |
| A ho I know from the hood in here with her stripper friends | |
| And I got money, I could trick a bitch | |
| And I don't give a mother**** if she a six or ten | |
| ****in’ with my dough is when it's time to kill | |
| I wreck shit like an alcoholic behind the wheel | |
| Made a lot of deals, paid a lot of bills | |
| You said a lot of fake, I said a lot of real | |
| You got a lot of gimmicks, not a lot of skill | |
| Nigga, this a Bentley coupe, this not a Bonneville | |
| And you can smell the weed comin' out my folicles | |
| I'm some "My, my, my" shit, Johnny Gill | |
| I keep my bitch rockin' designer heels | |
| I'ma kill all that kill, killer, so ride a wheel | |
| [Chorus: Juvenile] | |
| Took it from the block, now I'm on the yacht | |
| Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps | |
| I’m tryna leave that liquor ’lone but I can barely stop | |
| My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock | |
| I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy | |
| I'm ’bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out | |
| Guaranteed money, bitch, I ain't 'bout to be franchised | |
| The bad guy, got them killers on standby | |
| [Verse 2: Birdman] | |
| One face, put 'em in a race | |
| Lay them down for my rounds, never caught the case | |
| Briefcase, hundred G’s, different states | |
| No lace, keep a K when I'm 'round my way | |
| Big day, big pay, nigga quick to spray | |
| Another way how we did it, nigga, back a day | |
| Hustle ways, nigga did it in the hallway | |
| Big paper, fast lane with the foreign frame | |
| [Chorus: Juvenile] | |
| Took it from the block, now I'm on the yacht | |
| Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps | |
| I'm tryna leave that liquor 'lone but I can barely stop | |
| My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock | |
| I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy | |
| I'm 'bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out | |
| Guaranteed money, bitch, I ain't 'bout to be franchised | |
| The bad guy, got them killers on standby | |
| [Verse 3: Juvenile & Birdman] | |
| I got a pocket full of dead folks | |
| Ridin' in the yellow Ferrari, lookin' like eggyolks | |
| Matchin' jewelry and cars, and all that shit paid for | |
| The only thing goin' backwards here is the Wraith doors, huh? | |
| The High Life that we paid for | |
| Bentley with them customs and we laid low | |
| Bad bitch with some old soul | |
| We hit 'em up 'bout this cash flow | |
| You lil' niggas better take notes | |
| 'Cause when your money up and these bitches know it, they way more | |
| 'Cause shit we took it from the project to the lakeshores | |
| You know she ****in', nigga, tell her keep her legs closed | |
| Uh, we went from platinum to a hundred shows | |
| A hundred G's with a hundred floors | |
| Rags to richs with the marble floor | |
| And the Bentley with that calico | |
| [Chorus: Juvenile] | |
| Took it from the block, now I'm on the yacht | |
| Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps | |
| I'm tryna leave that liquor 'lone but I can barely stop | |
| My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock | |
| I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy | |
| I'm 'bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out | |
| Guaranteed money, bitch, I ain't 'bout to be franchised | |
| The bad guy, got them killers on standby |
| zuo ci : Bryan Williams Terius Gray Daniel Lebrun | |
| zuo qu : Bryan Williams Terius Gray Daniel Lebrun | |
| Verse 1: Juvenile | |
| I done got in the mood, that liquor kickin' in | |
| And all these average ass bitches lookin' different | |
| The niggas workin' the door let all the chickens in | |
| A ho I know from the hood in here with her stripper friends | |
| And I got money, I could trick a bitch | |
| And I don' t give a mother if she a six or ten | |
| in' with my dough is when it' s time to kill | |
| I wreck shit like an alcoholic behind the wheel | |
| Made a lot of deals, paid a lot of bills | |
| You said a lot of fake, I said a lot of real | |
| You got a lot of gimmicks, not a lot of skill | |
| Nigga, this a Bentley coupe, this not a Bonneville | |
| And you can smell the weed comin' out my folicles | |
| I' m some " My, my, my" shit, Johnny Gill | |
| I keep my bitch rockin' designer heels | |
| I' ma kill all that kill, killer, so ride a wheel | |
| Chorus: Juvenile | |
| Took it from the block, now I' m on the yacht | |
| Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps | |
| I' m tryna leave that liquor ' lone but I can barely stop | |
| My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock | |
| I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy | |
| I' m ' bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out | |
| Guaranteed money, bitch, I ain' t ' bout to be franchised | |
| The bad guy, got them killers on standby | |
| Verse 2: Birdman | |
| One face, put ' em in a race | |
| Lay them down for my rounds, never caught the case | |
| Briefcase, hundred G' s, different states | |
| No lace, keep a K when I' m ' round my way | |
| Big day, big pay, nigga quick to spray | |
| Another way how we did it, nigga, back a day | |
| Hustle ways, nigga did it in the hallway | |
| Big paper, fast lane with the foreign frame | |
| Chorus: Juvenile | |
| Took it from the block, now I' m on the yacht | |
| Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps | |
| I' m tryna leave that liquor ' lone but I can barely stop | |
| My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock | |
| I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy | |
| I' m ' bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out | |
| Guaranteed money, bitch, I ain' t ' bout to be franchised | |
| The bad guy, got them killers on standby | |
| Verse 3: Juvenile Birdman | |
| I got a pocket full of dead folks | |
| Ridin' in the yellow Ferrari, lookin' like eggyolks | |
| Matchin' jewelry and cars, and all that shit paid for | |
| The only thing goin' backwards here is the Wraith doors, huh? | |
| The High Life that we paid for | |
| Bentley with them customs and we laid low | |
| Bad bitch with some old soul | |
| We hit ' em up ' bout this cash flow | |
| You lil' niggas better take notes | |
| ' Cause when your money up and these bitches know it, they way more | |
| ' Cause shit we took it from the project to the lakeshores | |
| You know she in', nigga, tell her keep her legs closed | |
| Uh, we went from platinum to a hundred shows | |
| A hundred G' s with a hundred floors | |
| Rags to richs with the marble floor | |
| And the Bentley with that calico | |
| Chorus: Juvenile | |
| Took it from the block, now I' m on the yacht | |
| Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps | |
| I' m tryna leave that liquor ' lone but I can barely stop | |
| My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock | |
| I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy | |
| I' m ' bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out | |
| Guaranteed money, bitch, I ain' t ' bout to be franchised | |
| The bad guy, got them killers on standby |
| zuò cí : Bryan Williams Terius Gray Daniel Lebrun | |
| zuò qǔ : Bryan Williams Terius Gray Daniel Lebrun | |
| Verse 1: Juvenile | |
| I done got in the mood, that liquor kickin' in | |
| And all these average ass bitches lookin' different | |
| The niggas workin' the door let all the chickens in | |
| A ho I know from the hood in here with her stripper friends | |
| And I got money, I could trick a bitch | |
| And I don' t give a mother if she a six or ten | |
| in' with my dough is when it' s time to kill | |
| I wreck shit like an alcoholic behind the wheel | |
| Made a lot of deals, paid a lot of bills | |
| You said a lot of fake, I said a lot of real | |
| You got a lot of gimmicks, not a lot of skill | |
| Nigga, this a Bentley coupe, this not a Bonneville | |
| And you can smell the weed comin' out my folicles | |
| I' m some " My, my, my" shit, Johnny Gill | |
| I keep my bitch rockin' designer heels | |
| I' ma kill all that kill, killer, so ride a wheel | |
| Chorus: Juvenile | |
| Took it from the block, now I' m on the yacht | |
| Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps | |
| I' m tryna leave that liquor ' lone but I can barely stop | |
| My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock | |
| I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy | |
| I' m ' bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out | |
| Guaranteed money, bitch, I ain' t ' bout to be franchised | |
| The bad guy, got them killers on standby | |
| Verse 2: Birdman | |
| One face, put ' em in a race | |
| Lay them down for my rounds, never caught the case | |
| Briefcase, hundred G' s, different states | |
| No lace, keep a K when I' m ' round my way | |
| Big day, big pay, nigga quick to spray | |
| Another way how we did it, nigga, back a day | |
| Hustle ways, nigga did it in the hallway | |
| Big paper, fast lane with the foreign frame | |
| Chorus: Juvenile | |
| Took it from the block, now I' m on the yacht | |
| Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps | |
| I' m tryna leave that liquor ' lone but I can barely stop | |
| My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock | |
| I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy | |
| I' m ' bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out | |
| Guaranteed money, bitch, I ain' t ' bout to be franchised | |
| The bad guy, got them killers on standby | |
| Verse 3: Juvenile Birdman | |
| I got a pocket full of dead folks | |
| Ridin' in the yellow Ferrari, lookin' like eggyolks | |
| Matchin' jewelry and cars, and all that shit paid for | |
| The only thing goin' backwards here is the Wraith doors, huh? | |
| The High Life that we paid for | |
| Bentley with them customs and we laid low | |
| Bad bitch with some old soul | |
| We hit ' em up ' bout this cash flow | |
| You lil' niggas better take notes | |
| ' Cause when your money up and these bitches know it, they way more | |
| ' Cause shit we took it from the project to the lakeshores | |
| You know she in', nigga, tell her keep her legs closed | |
| Uh, we went from platinum to a hundred shows | |
| A hundred G' s with a hundred floors | |
| Rags to richs with the marble floor | |
| And the Bentley with that calico | |
| Chorus: Juvenile | |
| Took it from the block, now I' m on the yacht | |
| Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps | |
| I' m tryna leave that liquor ' lone but I can barely stop | |
| My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock | |
| I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy | |
| I' m ' bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out | |
| Guaranteed money, bitch, I ain' t ' bout to be franchised | |
| The bad guy, got them killers on standby |
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