I Got

Lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J] Yeah, nigga, you hear them motherfuckin' rubies, man, you know what I'm sayin'? Hittin' up against each other, nigga Yeah, man, just bought a couple of houses right there, man In Beverly Hills, nigga Yeah, we don't worry 'bout the past, man, we move forward, man You know what I'm sayin'? New money, new hoes, new bags (Boy) You get it, you dig? [Chorus: Young Nudy] Hangin' with my dogs bloody red Cat, meow, hell on these niggas, cats I got racks, big racks, boy, your racks Your racks lil' as hell, my racks look like a shoe-case I got AK 'Ply the play (Pow, pow, pow), all day I don't get no sleep Molly got me geeked AK-47, .223 And I got MP I will shoot you straight up off your feet [Verse 1: Young Nudy] Fuck around and run it up All these rappers runnin' funny as fuck I be gettin' bigger bucks All y'all niggas lame as fuck Y'all niggas ain't nothin' like us Nigga wanna be us Not part of the Bermuda, nigga None of y'all niggas some shooters, nigga We pull up and, nigga, we do you, nigga Aim at medulla, nigga Knock that motherfucker off, man down, yeah, Medusa, nigga Flexin', ballin', pussy niggas I would hate to be one of you broke ass niggas Damn, you make me laugh Walk around with lot of damn cash Thirty thousand in my fuckin' pants Thirty make my fuckin' pants sag I know you mad, I am not Pull up in that hellcat, poppin' shots [Chorus: Young Nudy] Hangin' with my dogs bloody red Cat, meow, hell on these niggas, cats I got racks, big racks, boy, your racks Your racks lil' as hell, my racks look like a shoe-case I got AK 'Ply the play (Pow, pow, pow), all day I don't get no sleep Molly got me geeked AK-47, .223 (Mafia) And I got MP I will shoot you straight up off your feet [Verse 2: Juicy J] Okay, it's Juice man, I'm off two Xans (Two Xans) My blunt mixed with two strands (Two strands) My cup worth 'bout two bands (Two bands) Nigga, what you doin'? (Doin') Coonin' and buffoonin', I got all these bitches choosin' I got basketball money, bitch, and I ain't even hoopin' And I got big racks on me Bitch, I'm loaded Rubber band business, can't fold it Bitch, bust it open Take a snap and post it I'm in the Mulsanne, ho, smokin' dope [Chorus: Young Nudy] Hangin' with my dogs bloody red Cat, meow, hell on these niggas, cats I got racks, big racks, boy, your racks Your racks lil' as hell, my racks look like a shoe-case I got AK 'Ply the play (Pow, pow, pow), all day I don't get no sleep Molly got me geeked AK-47, .223 And I got MP I will shoot you straight up off your feet [Outro] (Boy)