Lyrics OJ da Juiceman

OJ da Juiceman

Car Talk

I talk to my car

Like Michael did Kit

I'm Alaska in Atlanta

And I'm iced when selling bricks

And I talk to my money because my money very funny

And, since I got that money all my homies turn phony.

Say, I talk to my car

Tell my car to crank up

Then I talk to my car

Tell my car to back up

Then I tell my car to make a phone call it does it

Red and black charger

Black and red buckets

Pockets on extra

Juice man stuntin'

Walkin on ice dog, I'm buzzin

Raised on the 'crest with a shout-out to my cousin

Right wrist retarded

Left wrist buggin'

And I got that loud back 5 50 onions

Bentley super-tall like your name was Paul Bunyon

And I got that gat nicknamed Obama

Young Juice Man 200 band to my mama

Well I talk to my money and my money extra funny and it sitting on my shoulder and it's telling me get money

And my pinky ring so big and these yellow like some funions but I'm bunkin and I'm boomin so today we eat with money

And I'm shining on the hater with my diamonds super sunny

And I'm trappin' like afool so I've never been a dummy

And ever since a kid all I thought about was money

So, when I cop the Hummer the same color as the honey

Alaksa in Atlanta and I got the white guys

Right hand cookin with mo chickety pot pies

Bouldercrest workin in the trappin green pies

Juice stamp chickens got me stacking bad guys

Big face 100s small face dumbers

Got so much money and don't forget the karma

Big face 100s small face dumbers

Got so much money and don't forget the karma