Juice

15 tons of marijuana Got Damn She like oh my God its FlynnAlKapone Gang Ladadadadadada FlynnAlKapone Im switchin' lanes in a brinks She wanna meet, greet Now we fuckin' in a suite We at sea, beaches 112, I do the cream peaches All this money brings serpents and leaches Birkins for Keisha No guidance so I'm serving the people You aint got juice I'm in the field with a stick nigga You aint get loose See I've been minding my bags I'm top floor, Hunnid racks I aint surprised where we at And this aint cap I'm speaking facts I aint even gon' boast I aint even gon' brag 'bout my bag Kick the door, Grab the cash Cause I was tired of being last, Now they mad I'm the nigga with the Juice She want a nigga with the Juice Get some Juice I've been mindin' my bags I've been mindin' my racks Trips to the W I'm talking Weston Top floor suite at the Ritz to get my rest in You aint put ya mans on shit that's why ya ends low Walk around pockets on tight like he Winslow See I could spare a lil juice But where was you when loose screws I pop the cork and drop the roof And let her taste She give me face She want a nigga with the juice Drinkin' henny, pourin' champagne See I'm that nigga with the juice And all my niggas on the same thang See we been mindin' our bags We top floor, Hunnid racks I aint surprised where we at But while they mad We getting cash I aint even gon' boast I aint even gon' brag 'bout my bag Kick the door, Grab the cash Cause I was tired of being last, Now they mad I'm the nigga with the Juice She want a nigga with the Juice Get some Juice I've been mindin' my bags I've been mindin' my racks