Money a Do It

I will gun creep you through your hood with that gun on my waist

Tell me what's the procedure with the gun on your face

We did a couple of talkin we just out here gettin money

Out here fucking these hoes my young ins servin them junkies

I got partnas that smoke, I got bitches that sniff

I got killas and goons, and they all with the shit

Send them bust in your home, if you play with my chips

They gon come in shoot them choppas bullet shoot through them bricks

Comin shoot up your house, comin spray up your wealth

I need money my nigga, say them gangsters for your bitch

Catch you out on the town, then you [?] all up

I don't play in my walkin, but I been up my buck, hol up

I see ya got some haters, yeah a money do it

Shawty do some strands for some change, yeah a money do it

If I want a nigga dead, yeah a money do it

If I want it I'm a get it, I got money to do it

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 phantom on a ho

Watch me take her out the club, and drop some bands on that ho

Buy that bitch a bag, buy that bitch some beans

I keep her caked up nigga that's a happy me

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 up cause she errbody ho

Fuckin with them broke niggas, so what does she think

Need to get your mind right, bitch, and come get these Franklins

Fuck niggas don't want to go to war

Got a AK and a snub nose

Shoot em up, he talkin shit

With a ski mask on, and a pumpin shit

Kick in the door, and 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 seen

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 [?] to the boat

Best believe I'm 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 up a pilly

Crazy is hell, you niggas gotta kill me

You niggas don't, wanna die,

Chest out, and 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 Alabaisse

I be flyin by bitin down I'm flying high

Hatin ass niggas gotta die

If they mad then I'm a 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 full strapped up with a 2

Police pulled me over I'm a play it cool

I ain't going to jail (no sir)

I shoot and I run, that's how a nigga post bail