Juice

Yeah, your bitch know I got the juice (power) nigga

You ain't shit nigga, you a lame fake-ass nigga dawg, c'mon, what

Money, power, power and respect

I'm cashing, cashing checks, cutting, cutting checks

Fucked your baby mama she love giving me neck (head)

Fucked her in the bed while she count all my bread

You don't even take care of your son, you choose your day ones over your son

You a pussy nigga, not a real one I 'am god's chosen, chosen one

When you see me pussy nigga, it's on on sight you better be ready, ready to fight

I'm gonna beat your ass, drag you to the ground, drag you in the ground, stomp you to the ground

But pussy nigga, we ain't gotta fight, we can bring them choppers out, have a shootout