Lyrics

[Hook: Juicy J & Tyler, The Creator] These hands done rack through plenty cash, (swag) These hands done slap plenty ass, (swag) These hands done whip plenty niggas, (swag) These hands done bust plenty triggers (swag) These hands done rack through plenty cash, (swag) These hands done slap plenty ass, (swag) These hands done whip plenty niggas, (swag) These hands done bust plenty triggers (swag) [Verse 1: Juicy J] With no thinkin' blew a half a ticket, when shit break I don't fix it My last bitch wore red bottoms, my new bitch just learned the business Bill Gates so old school, I'm speedin' by in a old school Bad hoes, no more rules, fendi belt, bally shoes High fashion for a high nigga A bunch of bitches, an' my niggas I'm rich fool with a lot of tools All the bands got wet, I left the pool Just a song, that got her wet I gotta' out er' dress It would be an understatement if I say we had sex When Juicy in the club, them hoes be cashin' out Cause I can't help it every time she bring that ass out Angelina Jolie, that mouth could get no better I just let her cool off then kick off the doubleheader [Hook: Juicy J & Tyler, The Creator] These hands done rack through plenty cash, (swag) These hands done slap plenty ass, (swag) These hands done whip plenty niggas, (swag) These hands done bust plenty triggers (swag) These hands done rack through plenty cash, (swag) These hands done slap plenty ass, (swag) These hands done whip plenty niggas, (swag) These hands done bust plenty triggers (swag)