Lightyears

Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD] I wanna do her with her friend, what's good? Baby, I'm on bands, I'm on bands, I'm feelin' Runnin' up them bands, bitch, I'm Bitch, them pockets lookin' big, big, big Know my pockets lookin' big Ayy, pockets lookin' big, hm Uh [Chorus: Juice WRLD] Bank account lookin' big .40 make you dance like a jig You in the way, put a hole in your wig Desert Eagle on me, bitch, the bullet hole big I don't like revolvers, they only hold six Yeah, I hang with them demons, no 666 Your bitch swallowin' my semen Forgettin' the meanin' of self-respect Fuck her face and put her on the internet [Verse 1: Juice WRLD] I just been lettin' the cash grow Run up on me, die faster I'm a real nigga, nah, I'm not an actor Double cup with that red lean, I'ma sip classy Dior on my feet, I feel classy You say you love me, do you mean that? I don't think so 'cause you weren't there when I was down bad, yeah I don't think so, bitch, I know so Money by the boatload I know why these hoes actin' nice 'Cause I'm a rich guy Be on my own shit, let that shit fly Takin' trips off the Percs, I be sky high In the sky, sippin' on red lean like it's red wine, red wine [Chorus: Juice WRLD] Bank account lookin' big .40 make you dance like a jig You in the way, put a hole in your wig Desert Eagle on me, bitch, the bullet hole big I don't like revolvers, they only hold six Yeah, I hang with them demons, no 666 Your bitch swallowin' my semen Forgettin' the meanin' of self-respect Fuck her face and put her on the internet [Verse 2: Young Thug] When I see diamonds, my senses start swinglin' (Sex) Dog, nigga, twelve phones, all 'em ringin' Like, "Brr-brr, hello, do you need me?" Like, "Brr-brr, hell, no, baby, beat it" Army green F&Ns (Two of) Bet a pussy-nigga won't rat again (Bet) Bank account low again (Why?) 'Cause I spend all of my money on my friend (Hey) Where the fuck your cash go? (Where?) How the fuck your drip up to par but your cash low? (How?) How the hell you manifest from a big dog to a tadpole? How you know that she tellin' you dance, foe? See, we went to the top from them shackles (Top) How you know in the future it's gon' be ass, though? Ride big Bentleys everywhere that I go (Park) Keep the Lamborghini parked at the bank, though (Yeah, park) Alright, I'm lit, no lie Buyin' horses like in Salem, know we mob tie, aw, yeah Rich in real life I do not see you, ho, like it's midnight Even in light [Chorus: Juice WRLD] Bank account lookin' big .40 make you dance like a jig You in the way, put a hole in your wig Desert Eagle on me, bitch, the bullet hole big I don't like revolvers, they only hold six Yeah, I hang with them demons, no 666 Your bitch swallowin' my semen Forgettin' the meanin' of self-respect Fuck her face and put her on the internet