Juicy J - Outro(Prod by TM88) lyrics

[intro] b**h, get up b**h! s** a n**r dick b**h Yeah, hoe [Juicy J] They wanna know what i'm worth Tell em i'm 50 ,tell em i'm an animal I got the sh** out the dirt f** your lil turf I won, the heir So get out the way or get hurt You know that money come first And I got used to the thirst I'm trynna teach you a lesson I'm trynna come with some blessings They come with no curse I hope you're ready for war I never seen one that didn't come with a hearse Even my b**hes be ready They riding around with one in their purse How did they get to this? Lemme tell you again that i'm filthy rich I done seen it and done it and done it again You watching and talking and hoping and wishing I'm living it There!, we just making it rain I hit them b**hes with bands(bands, bands, bands) I make a b**h wanna dance I wanna give her a chance(chance,chance, chance) I make a b**h wanna make me her plan I make a b**h wanna make me her man I be too busy, don't focus on paper And block them shots that be coming from haters Did a song with Katy Perry Bank account looking very Very, very, b**h scary To these other rappers,don't compare me To these other rappers i'm the blue print Like Jay-Z, or 9 eleven She didn't really believe i live in paradise Till she walked in and seen heaven My n**rs been through hell Let us out themselves On the block you really can't major in Nothing else but sales And this might give you chills The police got them cameras on em My people still getting k**ed So i gotta choppa and i got a pump I eat your dinner and i eat your lunch You looking for seconds I'm coming for thirds, Ain't no competition Cause i eat em up, n**r! And i still ain't finished cause that ain't enough They say they want action, i'm calling it bluff My n**rs bout action, i'm calling em up You in the league but no, you not balling like me I'm something like MVP Started with nothing, was down on my last Then I got off my a**, now i'm up on my feet I've been up for like a week Segregated from the sleep Segregated from the weak Meditating with the peace, n**r! And I ain't nothing but at peace They thought it was over, i'm back in this b**h And these n**rs deceased, Yeah they dead! That's what happens when coming for me Ain't no lacking I'm packing i'm stacking these racks up in that brand new louis V I got bands, bands,bands on me Now she wanna dance, dance, dance on me Got zanz, zanz ,zanz on me Now she wanna put her friend hands on me Yeah, that sound good , we don't need a plan B Every given day, A hundred bands on me A G for the G's these days sounds cheap Two hundred fifty thou, we just had a slow week (Mafia) (and we will never stop doing this sh**, get used to it) Ay, my n**r, for booking shows(coughs) First of all you wanna book a show You gotta hit that Mother f**ing bag Hit up my n**r Ray at 901 292 O 7 95 I'm high as a motherf**er, you know what i'm saying Oh yeah man, my n**r, you know, go check out my weed Green suicide, at your local dispensaries, right now go And get that sh** man, green suicide is soul fire(coughs) I'm telling you my n**r, sh** crazy