Matthew Ali - Juggin' lyrics

[Produced by: Matthew Ali] [Hook: Matthew Ali] b**h I came from nothing I was trapping in them hallways All up on your b**hes yeah you know that i'm a star aye Run up on you broad day, you gone get it broad day And I cook the p**y had to cook it like some sauté n***a you was taking breaks, n***a I was all day That's why I be stacking up, I cash out in the mall aye 30 on, Balenciaga's, she think that i'm Kanye I'm juggin' X3 [Verse 1: Mali Smith] Yeah, been had your bread and your b**hes, i'm racking them up Tell em' go check on the numbers I only like mothers, gave me the actual meaning of a motherf**er Let me know how you feeling Is you tryna' buss a move? Heard you talking with your hands Well show a n***a what it do Show me if you bout it bout it, oh you really with it? Well take a stand bro Show a n***a that you Rambo Oh that's like your real girl? Like y'all deada** going out? Like frfr sh**? Take a look up in our thread I ate her p**y like some mango's And I really let that thang' go I don't run up out of ammo I got money on my body Money color of my camo's Got you running while i'm bussing Looking like he do the tango And i'm wherever gang go, yeah i'm wherever gang go I got your rent in my mouth I got your girl from the south I do not never announce They cannot f** with the sound They sound like everyone out, everyone out is a hoe All of you n***as a no, f** with your hoe Only cause everyone tryna' f** with your hoe [Hook: Matthew Ali] b**h I came from nothing I was trapping in them hallways All up on your b**hes yeah you know that i'm a star aye Run up on you broad day, you gone get it broad day And I cook the p**y had to cook it like some sauté n***a you was taking breaks, n***a I was all day That's why I be stacking up, I cash out in the mall aye 30 on, Balenciaga's, she think that i'm Kanye I'm juggin' X3 [Verse 1: Matthew Ali] Yeah, switch the flow on them b**hes Sipping lean, getting throw'ed on them b**hes Pull up on you in 2 whips, 20 inch rims get thrown on them b**hes ugh Iced out both of my wristes Hitting that b**h don't need no digits In that club don't need no tickets f** your crew cause we them n***as, yeah And i'm flexing, belt buckle on Texas We keep it 100, you lil' n***as keep it Gretzky Yeah she wanna f**, she think that i'm s**y Gave a fake number I do not know who she texting Ain't my problem though Steady mobbin' though Money on your head, that's a yarmulke Hallelujah though, made it out the hood f** her on the low, call her Monica n***a where your girlfriend stay? Cause i'm tryna' fly her a** out I seen her taking pics on the gram, with her a** out I mean she got the type of yams to make me pa** out She f** the boy one time and then I "Cashed Out" [Hook: Matthew Ali] b**h I came from nothing I was trapping in them hallways All up on your b**hes yeah you know that i'm a star aye Run up on you broad day, you gone get it broad day And I cook the p**y had to cook it like some sauté n***a you was taking breaks, n***a I was all day That's why I be stacking up, I cash out in the mall aye 30 on, Balenciaga's, she think that i'm Kanye I'm juggin' X3 [Outro: Mali Smith] I'm juggin', i'm juggin' b**h I been working b**h I put that work in b**h I been working You can't hit me cause i'm working I don't got no time cause i'm working b**h I been working On your b**h I put that work in b**h I been workin I said b**h I been working Sheesh!