JUGGING Lyrics

Wealthy

These niggas ain't get cake, they fly

They whip to the bank just to make a deposit

They RIP, take off and bang me a rocket

Now we ain't stuntin' them niggas over there, they groupin' up

Talkin' bout us, we a target

Like, keep feedin' us, cause yeah, we be hungry

And havin' the best time, here by my lonely

Put the keys in it and I'm gone

Ayy, bitch, put your knees in it, get me done

With this gun, we gon' post up like Malone

Bringin' too much heat, I'm in my zone

It's a battle with kings, nigga, king of throne

I threw a grenade, he sendin' a drone

Like, that's all you got, nigga, leave me alone

Puffin' up woods in the room for the shooters and scrap

Got people hatin', tryna make me a bastard

But I really love my kids, for sure

Now I go to jail, boy, we comin', let's go

Like, damn, keep it steady, this case on the floor

Way up a tray fire after that shit, man, it gotta be smoke

You don't see too much talk, you can see we in motion

It was a bitch in the backseat, we didn't notice

I took her with me, now she focused

She do magic with that ass, hocus pocus

Damn, damn, she's just one of a kind

Now back to my money, nigga, every penny, nigga

Every nickel, nigga, every dime

That bitch came out of nowhere and she said she love me

Man, she must've really blew him some

Don't, bitch, wanna suck on my dick to the bone

We ain't talkin' bout money, please leave me alone

I don't play about them dollars, we gon' get them fuckin' choppers

That's my bitch, I'll fuck the holla

Me and my twin, we grew up toddlers

We po' up, now we gon' pop em

Niggas talkin' like gang, he can't hang

Fuck what he sayin', nigga, can't be me

I'm in the game like we playin' the heat

Bitch wanna suck, but she usin' her teeth

Folks say he passin' the blunt, we ain't smokin' the money

We gon' put him in a blunt, we gon' put him in a hunt

All these niggas be runnin' like hoes

I be fuckin' your bitch on her toes

Nah, we had Fuji on the boat, we chose accidentally

Had killed a rat and got a tote

I once had met a nigga, made excuses so much

Bout the things he wanted and never owned it

Pop out a Hemi, nigga, you wanna smoke, man, what's up

Had a couple niggas, go snag a nigga

Hold up, pose somethin' in that color, yeah, on Dame James

Bitch, don't get fucked by my kidney

Twin pistols like Bobby and Whitney

When I'm shootin', you gotta be with me

Ain't no gang, but that shit ain't necessary

Ain't bout my lonely, I ain't never scared

Just wait till my son come February

B-I-G-I-O, D-Roy, legendary

Thanksgiving, then pass out an 8-mill life

I would dress it, don't fuck with the cranberries

She want me on the top, missionaries

He come in this long shot with his mercenaries

Boy, we know how to block, you gon' get your shit robbed

F-T-O-S, gettin' out, better look in them rocks

For them T's, for the mothafucka Too Fairy, on game