Ludacris - Double Cup lyrics

[Hook: Juicy J & (Yung Berg)] (What you talkin' 'bout money?) money b**h, I blow it (Talkin' 'bout weed?) shorty, come roll it (Talkin' 'bout hoes?) yeah, they goin' What about me? b**h, I'm rollin' (I've got my) double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down [Verse 1: Jeezy] Double cup with my logo, 36 of that coco Yeah, the product's good, you know the number's right And if you've got to check, then it's a no-go All this snow, I've been a snow man Always blowin' strong, talkin' Conan f** who lied to ya, can you believe this sh**? f** both of y'all, I fear no man My top quit and that trippy, seats tan, Rice Crispy Got a wooden handle and a shoulder strap Fits in your trunk, it hold 50 Too many chains, that look crook Pyrex and water would best cook See my lil' homie with me he hold me down He gon' take the shot just like Westbrook "Who he think he is?" I said VP Vice President Young, you've got to see me n***a f** around won't get an album date I'll have 'em drop your a** on GP Now I'm f**ed up and that's f**ed up Your b**h on me now, tough luck I don't do the lean, don't f** with molly And that's grown sh** in that white cup We talkin' bout... [Hook: Juicy J & (Yung Berg)] (What you talkin' 'bout money?) money b**h, I blow it (Talkin' 'bout weed?) shorty, come roll it (Talkin' 'bout hoes?) yeah, they goin' What about me? b**h, I'm rollin' (I've got my) double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down [Verse 2: Ludacris] Double cup with my top down, .40 cal', couple GLOCK rounds Handcuffed your chick, that b**h on 24-hour lockdown And rappers got these stale flows, front hard like steel toes The man behind that voice is gay as f**, y'all n***as Elmos Been twelve years, I still shine, money long, I still grind Used to be a thousandaire, but I had to eat - it's meal time Then after that it's bill time, we f** hoes to k** time Your plane got them delays, we on my jet, n***a, in real time And all up on that WiFi, sippin' on them Mai Tais Infamous just pa**ed the weed and gave the pilot a high-five Meanwhile, y'all broke down, can't even hold your post down Everywhere we go is poppin' Everywhere you go's a f**in' ghost town! [Hook: Juicy J & (Yung Berg)] (What you talkin' 'bout money?) money b**h, I blow it (Talkin' 'bout weed?) shorty, come roll it (Talkin' 'bout hoes?) yeah, they goin' What about me? b**h, I'm rollin' (I've got my) double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down [Verse 3: Juicy J] Gettin' money, that's every day, candy paint on my Chevrolet Rollin' up that A+, 'bout to pour up to meditate A n***a so high, might levitate, one life to live, let's celebrate Came a long way from sellin' yay' Now it's a 100K that should touch the stage "Bandz A Make Her Dance" #1 on the Billboard I can't complain, I've got a lifestyle that most y'all n***as'd k** for I'm on the grind chasin' real dough, still kick sh** like a steel toe Codeine got me movin' slow I've got too much money for a bill fold Pimp-type n***a, I'm a Memphis n***a In a ho mouth like dentures, n***a All I talk is big money, anything else is senseless, n***a Smoke some more, I'ma sip some more I'ma f** your b**h 'til she pigeon-toed In the Rolls Royce gettin' chauffeured With the blinds closed, gettin' blowed [Verse 4: Game] Aye yo, Inf', I just came through in that Rolls Royce Levis, Margielas, ask about me, I'm the hoes' choice Tight eyes, gold cup, watch me lean in that soy sauce If n***as sprayed up my Phantom, I'd walked away like that boy Ross Murciélago with the doors off, hit the club straight throwed off Popped a molly then rode off She had her clothes off before we drove off Woo, My n***a, her head game, I'mma tell you 'bout it But "woo!" my n***a, had ten racks, she s**ed me out of it I need more mollies, I need more drinks She wonder why her friend can't get up on the couch with us That ho stink Bugatti, rose paint, I ball hard cause D. Rose can't Got a 100 bottles comin' to my table, f** you hoes think? [Hook: Juicy J & (Yung Berg)] (What you talkin' 'bout money?) money b**h, I blow it (Talkin' 'bout weed?) shorty, come roll it (Talkin' 'bout hoes?) yeah, they goin' What about me? b**h, I'm rollin' (I've got my) double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down