Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kiana Ledé] I ain't wastin' no more time with these labels I done gave your ass my heart and you played with it I hear it look different when you down on both knees Gotta get a grip 'cause I ain't your main squeeze [Pre-Chorus: Kiana Ledé] All this money that you talkin', I already spent that Every dollar that I gave you, I need every cent back Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no [Chorus: Kiana Ledé, Moneybagg Yo] I'm the one that kept it juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you (Juicy) Now who the fuck gon' keep it juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you? I'm the one that kept it juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy) Now who the fuck gon' keep it, juicy for you, juicy for you? Oh, yeah (Juicy, juicy), for you [Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo] You keep it super juicy, pink Starburst (Candy) Yeah, I'm your nigga, babe, but I'm a star first (First of all) It gotta get better 'cause it done been worsе (For real) We step out frеsh to death (Drip), double hearse (Double hearse, ooh, kill 'em) Send a text, "My place or your place?" (Where we going?) Sexy lace, ooh, can I get a taste? (Right now, right now) Slow grind while I'm gripping on your waist Come here, shorty, sign this waiver for this pain you 'bout to take [Pre-Chorus: Kiana Ledé] All this money that you talkin', I already spent that Every dollar that I gave you, I need every cent back Oh, no, no, no Oh, no, no [Chorus: Kiana Ledé, BIA] I'm the one that kept it juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you (Juicy) Now who the fuck gon' keep it, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you? I'm the one that kept it juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, yeah Now who the fuck gon' keep it, juicy for you, juicy for you? Oh, yeah (Uh), for you [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday, Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed in Bambú, sippin' on Private Stock Way back when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski I'm blowin' up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga