Juicy J - Three 60 lyrics

[Verse 1: Currensy] My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360 Got them b**hes wana f** Got them haters tryna f** with me Yeah, they so persistent with their ignorance Consistent with this sh** I get a little bit more meticulous Descriptive when I spit that sh**, n***a, we really live it This jet is not fictitious Ask your b**h ‘cause she's been in it Impressed, way high, I'm dressed And this ain't sh**, B, I'm just chillin' I'm never stressed, never let ‘em see me sweat Askin' who designed my sweats Examine me like I'm an exhibit If I grew it, how'd I do it? How much was it, where'd I get it? It's sickening but I'm not trippin', love, I know how to fix ‘em Broke n***as keep whinin' so I cop more diamonds [Bridge: Currensy] All my cars got leather and wood All my hoes is nines and dimes All my clothes they smell like good All my days I'm gon' be high All my nights I'm lookin' for the best time I can find Sleepin' when it's all over even though a life'll never die All my cars got leather and wood All my hoes is nines and dimes All my clothes they smell like good All my days I'm gon' be high All my nights I'm lookin' for the best time I can find Sleep when it's all over even though a life'll never die [Hook] My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360 My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360 My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360 My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360 My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360 My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360 My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360 My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360 [Verse 2: Juicy J] Juicy J pimp sh** hard on a b**h Took the drawers off a b**h Backstage at the show, go two or three hoes Let ‘em slob on my dick Take a look at my wrist You can tell I'm paid Rich n***a sh**, I bet your b**h'll give me head on stage Maybach outside – still get head while I drive n***a so high, if I fall off, I'm still gon' land in the sky Got lean in my cup, a room full of s*uts, they all gon' f** A girl named Holly, gone off that Molly She gon' wake up with a mouth full of nuts Curren$y Hot Spitta and Juicy J Double-cup full of that UGK b**h I shine like a UV ray And I get head like a new toupee Scared money don't make no money I'll make your hoe open my door for me I copped a phantom, all black I'm in the back with a snow bunny Ferrari faster than the Roadrunner I bought that b**h with my show money Damn right, n***a, I pay cash Yeah, hoe, I don't owe nothin' I'm feelin' like Superman I'm smokin' on Kryptonite I'm livin' that trippy life Damn right, n***a, we don't miss a night [Bridge] [Hook]