Sonny Digital - Intro (O's To Oscars) lyrics

[Intro] You better get familiar with the sound, baby This what happen when you win an Oscar They make 'em sing for you Juicy J, DJ Blak It's the conexion, baby O's to Oscars, who woulda ever thought we'd win [Verse 1 Juicy J] I'm still working while I'm on vacation You can't tell me nothin' by my dedication Weed, pills and that drank, that's my medication Feet up in my whip cause it's very...... [Bridge] Hey, hold up, hold up I told you with no mistake Ain't no missunderstanding Juicy J, DJ Blak Yeah, we here, baby O's to Oscars Who the f** would ever thought we would win a Oscar in here? [Verse 2] I'm still working while I'm on vacation You can't tell me nothing by my dedication Weed, pills and that drank, that's my medication Feet up in my whip cause it's very spacious All these n***as nervous, what the f** is pressure? You not on this level cause you lack the effort You thought you seen the drought, you 'bout to see a desert Getting to this money is my guilty pleasure I should take a break and let 'em get a chance f** that sh**, I'm turnt up in this b**h again (YEAH HO!) b**h I ain't your daddy, I can't hold your hand (YEAH HO!) One thing that's for sure is bands gon' make her dance Play this at your party, play this on your block Yeah play this at your office, play this in your shop Play this when you and the homies load the Glocks Play that sh** again when my album drops My business gets personal Forgive me for birthing you I heard a couple lines that you stole from a verse or 2 My flow is too versatile My punchlines get surgical 'Foe I even heard of you, I already murdered you Hard work pays off, so b**h you know what to do Lock myself down in the trap for 'bout a mon or 2 I got work, so you know that clientèles is coming through We got grams, we got grammy's, we got O's and Oscar's too She wanna hop in the Range, I wanna hop in the Wraith She want it all in her pants, I want it all in her face All I be wanted is bands, all I be wanted is bas I don't wanna be no friends, please get the f** out my face She fell in love in a day, I fell in love with the yay I fell in love with the cake, ain't gotta tell me to spray Had to make sure we was straight I was the reason we ate, I put the food on your plate You should just let me be great Half a melon or a grape, all these n***as full of hate I'm so high, I need a cape I'm so high, I'm in outer space My safe is runnin' out of space cause I be spreading to the cake Like I'm tryna win a race, your b**h is all up in my face Tell her she got good taste, cause all I know is first place Who is the one that was telling you n***as 'bout cooking and whipping the yay? (HEY!) All of these b**hes be on me when I'm in the Bentley, what more can I say?(HEY!) b**h I been kicking this paper since pimpin' did pimpin' way back in the day Real n***as gettin' this money so f** you little bloggers and f** what you say