Money a Do It Songtext
von Juicy J
Money a Do It Songtext
I will come creeping through your hood with that gun on my waist
Tell me what you first see when that gun in your face
We didnt come for no talking, we just out here getting money
Out here fucking these hoes, my youngling serving them junkies
I got partners that smoke, I got bitches that sniff
I got killers and goons and they off with this shit
Send them boys to your home if you play with my chips
They gonna come and shoot them choppers, bullets shoot through them bricks
Come and shoot up your house, come and spray up your whip
I need money my nigga, save them games for your bitch
Catch you out on the tide then you shit out of luck
I dont play in Milwaukee but I been bout my bucks
I see I got some haters, yeah, money a do it
Shorty do some strings for some change, yeah, money a do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah, money a do it
If I want it Imma get it, I got money to do it
I see I got some haters, yeah, money a do it
Shorty do some strings for some change, yeah, money a do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah, money a do it
If I want it Imma get it, I got money to do it
Take your bitch home then Im all up in that pussy
Old school pimping, she aint fucking with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a fan on a hoe
Watch me take her out the club and drop some bands on that hoe
Buy that bitch a bag, buy that bitch some bills
I keep her caked up, nigga, thats a half a mil
Full of Codeine in my Styrofoam cup
I can turn a church girl into a stone cold slut
Bad red bone, putting on a show
No, Im not gonna wife her cause she everybody hoe
Fucking with them broke niggas, hoe, what is you thinking?
Need to get you mind right, bitch and come get these Frankies
I see I got some haters, yeah, money a do it
Shorty do some strings for some change, yeah, money a do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah, money a do it
If I want it Imma get it, I got money to do it
I see I got some haters, yeah, money a do it
Shorty do some strings for some change, yeah, money a do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah, money a do it
If I want it Imma get it, I got money to do it
I got money to do it
I got money to do it
Fuck niggas dont wanna go to war
Got a AK and a snot nose
Shut em up, he cover shit
Put a ski mask on and Im popping shit
Kick in the door and I leave em dead
With an aim so precise, two shots to the head
One for the money, two for the feds
No one forget but I mean what I said
All in your house and Im looking for dough
Cause I gotta get paid or its no hope
Im Juicy J throw with some killers on a boat
Best believe a pimp nigga aint going broke
Ride in the car with a body in the trunk
Three niggas deep and we rolling up a blunt
Straight to Mississippi, swerving off a Bentley
Crazy as hell, you niggas gotta kill me
These niggas dont wanna die
Chest out and they acting hard
Kaliko and a 4-5
Hollow tips that boulevard
Keep it G, my G
Or you can meet your makers, body count stacking
I was in Jamaica with ali
I be flying by, by down Im flying high
Hating ass niggas gotta die
If they mad then Imma let em try
I can kick a door or I can snatch a nigga
My niggas riding with me and they yelling lets crack a nigga!
North Memphis, fools strapped up with the 2
Police pull me over, Imma play it cool
I aint going to jail, no sir
I shoot and I run, thats how a nigga post bail, bitch
Tell me what you first see when that gun in your face
We didnt come for no talking, we just out here getting money
Out here fucking these hoes, my youngling serving them junkies
I got partners that smoke, I got bitches that sniff
I got killers and goons and they off with this shit
Send them boys to your home if you play with my chips
They gonna come and shoot them choppers, bullets shoot through them bricks
Come and shoot up your house, come and spray up your whip
I need money my nigga, save them games for your bitch
Catch you out on the tide then you shit out of luck
I dont play in Milwaukee but I been bout my bucks
I see I got some haters, yeah, money a do it
Shorty do some strings for some change, yeah, money a do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah, money a do it
If I want it Imma get it, I got money to do it
I see I got some haters, yeah, money a do it
Shorty do some strings for some change, yeah, money a do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah, money a do it
If I want it Imma get it, I got money to do it
Take your bitch home then Im all up in that pussy
Old school pimping, she aint fucking with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a fan on a hoe
Watch me take her out the club and drop some bands on that hoe
Buy that bitch a bag, buy that bitch some bills
I keep her caked up, nigga, thats a half a mil
Full of Codeine in my Styrofoam cup
I can turn a church girl into a stone cold slut
Bad red bone, putting on a show
No, Im not gonna wife her cause she everybody hoe
Fucking with them broke niggas, hoe, what is you thinking?
Need to get you mind right, bitch and come get these Frankies
I see I got some haters, yeah, money a do it
Shorty do some strings for some change, yeah, money a do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah, money a do it
If I want it Imma get it, I got money to do it
I see I got some haters, yeah, money a do it
Shorty do some strings for some change, yeah, money a do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah, money a do it
If I want it Imma get it, I got money to do it
I got money to do it
I got money to do it
Fuck niggas dont wanna go to war
Got a AK and a snot nose
Shut em up, he cover shit
Put a ski mask on and Im popping shit
Kick in the door and I leave em dead
With an aim so precise, two shots to the head
One for the money, two for the feds
No one forget but I mean what I said
All in your house and Im looking for dough
Cause I gotta get paid or its no hope
Im Juicy J throw with some killers on a boat
Best believe a pimp nigga aint going broke
Ride in the car with a body in the trunk
Three niggas deep and we rolling up a blunt
Straight to Mississippi, swerving off a Bentley
Crazy as hell, you niggas gotta kill me
These niggas dont wanna die
Chest out and they acting hard
Kaliko and a 4-5
Hollow tips that boulevard
Keep it G, my G
Or you can meet your makers, body count stacking
I was in Jamaica with ali
I be flying by, by down Im flying high
Hating ass niggas gotta die
If they mad then Imma let em try
I can kick a door or I can snatch a nigga
My niggas riding with me and they yelling lets crack a nigga!
North Memphis, fools strapped up with the 2
Police pull me over, Imma play it cool
I aint going to jail, no sir
I shoot and I run, thats how a nigga post bail, bitch
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Mike Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com