Juicy J - Vice lyrics

[Intro: Chevy Woods] TGOD Miami Vice, uh Top off speeding, they say I'm the bad guy [Verse 1: Chevy Woods] b**h a** n***a ain't nobody feeling that You got a whole lot of mouth, I can k** you with a rap That 16 in the magazine, one chamber in Can knock as many down as I wanna, Wilt Chamberlain Yeah, that's bucket seats like a Nascar View from the beach condo that's the plan All, yall n***as suffering hard I'm rolling up, wine gla**, sipping off with a laugh (haha) Yeah, that's a couple of counts I don't watch it, I know, I really see the amount I'm out in Memphis with Juice, we into balling for real You n***as talk like you scoring, never out on the field Never fakers for real, my name good in the spot Now it's Presidential Suites but still keeping it cot No need for the bar, we could send you some shots I know they mad cus they can't afford what's out in that lot, oh [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] And when it comes to this paper, we getting all it That means you f**ing with gangsters Soon as we walk in the door we get the party started That means you f**ing with gangsters [Verse 2: Juicy J] (Trippy n***as, n***a we don't give a f**) Hopped up out a brand new Panamera flexing Mob n***as coming through b**h clear the section Doobie to my lips Straps I come equipped Living a trippy life, everyday I'm in the strip We be throwing hundreds You be throwing ones We marinate our lean with our blunts Call my young n***a, what the count read? Call my young n***a, bring him back to me! Call my young n***a, he got what you need! I got high as that b**h Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas Make that b**h bite down Have her dancing on her knees I treat her like a prostitute, she bringing me a fee (Cash) Real money get n***as who I hang with Jackson, Grant, Franklin, people who I came with I'm still balling, Juicy J will never quit Broke a** n***a I don't speak your language [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] [Verse 3: Chevy Woods] (Fly gangsta sh** n***a, yeah) They ain't wanna sell me sh**, now I don't need to buy Three piece suit clean and I don't even try Bags to my b**h n***a cus she likes sh** And cash with my n***as Half of them indicted That's game recognize game and my n***as know House shoes on Rich Gang stitched in my robe Fly n***a, just a belt that you tryna price We getting to it everyday Same thing tonight G sh** from the block, you already know The homie told me we gone get it, had to let it go Uh, yeah, been where the weed at You know I wasn't tripping man, I just couldn't see that Now I'm trippy, getting faded, where my drink at? Beginning at the pack for the cash, you know I lead that sh** your language, I don't ever speak that But my homies on the left side, yeah they see that [Hook: Wiz Khalifa]