Lyrics

[Verse 1] I will come creeping through your hood with that gun on my waist Tell me, what's the procedure when that gun in your face We didn't come for no talkin', we just out here gettin' money Out here fucking these hoes, my youngins servin' 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 to your home, if you play with my chips They gon' come and shoot them choppas, bullet shoot through them bricks Come in, shoot up your house, come and spray up your whip I need money, my nigga, save them games for your bitch Catch you out on the town, then you shit outta luck I don't play in Milwaukee, but I been 'bout my buck, hold up [Hook] I see I got some haters, yeah, money a do it Shawty do some strange for some change, yeah, money a do it If I want a nigga dead, yeah, money a do it If I want it, I'ma get it, I got money to do it I see I got some haters, yeah, money a do it Shawty do some strange for some change, yeah a money do it If I want a nigga dead, yeah, money a do it If I want it, I'ma get it, I got money to do it [Verse 2] Take your bitch home, then I'm all up in that pussy Old school pimpin', she ain't fuckin' 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 (bandz a make her dance) Buy that bitch a bag, buy that bitch some beans I keep her caked up, nigga, that's a happy meal Full of codeine in my Styrofoam cup I can turn a church girl into a stone cold slut Bad red bone, puttin' on the show No, I'm not gon' wife her 'cause she e'rybody ho Fuckin' with them broke niggas, so what is she thinkin'? Need to get your mind right, bitch, and come get these Franklins [Hook] I see I got some haters, yeah, money a do it Shawty do some strange for some change, yeah, a money do it If I want a nigga dead, yeah, money a do it If I want it, I'ma get it, I got money to do it I see I got some haters, yeah, money a do it Shawty do some strange for some change, yeah, a money do it If I want a nigga dead, yeah, money a do it If I want it, I'ma get it, I got money to do it [Beat Switch] [Verse 3] Fuck niggas don't want to go to war Got a AK and a snub nose Shut 'em up, he talkin' shit With a ski mask on, and I'm poppin' shit Kick in the door, and I 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 a boat Best believe a pimp nigga ain't goin' broke Ride in the car with a body in the trunk Three niggas deep, and we rollin' up a blunt Straight to Mississippi, sweatin' off a pilly Crazy as hell, you niggas gotta kill me You niggas don't, wanna die, chest out, and they acting hard Calico, and a 45, hollow tips, that pull apart Keep it G, my G Or you could meet your makers, body count stackin' I was in Jamaica, with alabis I be flyin' by bitin' down, I'm flying high Hatin' ass niggas gotta die If they mad, then I'ma let them try I could kick a door, or I could snatch a nigga My niggas ridin' with me, and they yellin' let's crack a nigga North Memphis fool strapped up with a tool Police pulled me over, I'ma play it cool I ain't going to jail (no sir) I shoot and I run, that's how a nigga post bail