Music Video

Featured In

Listen to Mental Trillness by Juicy J
ALBUMMental TrillnessJuicy J
Listen to Hip-Hop Ride featuring Juicy J
PLAYLISTHip-Hop RideApple Music Fitness
Listen to Jumping Rope featuring Juicy J
PLAYLISTJumping RopeApple Music Fitness
Listen to Hitkidd: The Producers featuring Juicy J
PLAYLISTHitkidd: The ProducersApple Music

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Gilbere Forte
Gilbere Forte
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer
Hitkidd
Hitkidd
Producer

Lyrics

Uh uh Drink to escape, bottle to the face Pussy on my mind, I ain't fucked all day I don't give a fuck what a hater gotta say I'ma pop, I'ma sip, bitch, I drink to celebrate Sip until we tippy, let's get trippy on some drank Take your mind off, take your time off Take your top off and your lace You the one I can't escape, girl, you fuckin' up the bass I throw thousands in your face, you throw ass, make it shake Get your pay, money on the floor all day, what you make? 'Cause every nigga in here wanna know what's your name Paying your subscription for tuition, run your game Pussy run the world, that ain't gon' change Ain't no time for small talk, rеal niggas ball hog Chalking pussy out, I'ma ratchet ass raw dog Bitch ain't got no class, graduated out of Harvard Rather shakе her ass in a club full of ballers Hoes breaking laws, hoes breaking records Sixty-grand on the floor, that's a band every second All the church girls who got ass is a blessing To a nigga like me who'll never learn his lesson What you drinking on? I can play along It's either you or that ass that I'm taking home 'Cause your pussy off the hook like a cordless phone If you a freak like me, put up 'Cause I'm a dog, I'm Can you feel the truck size, nigga? Put your paws on the floor and I'ma bust all in it Man these hoes like phones, bitch, you charge every minute? Drink to escape, bottle to the face Pussy on my mind, I ain't fucked all day I don't give a fuck what a hater gotta say I'ma pop, I'ma sip, bitch, I drink to celebrate Sip until we tippy, let's get trippy on some drank Take your mind off, take your time off Take your top off and your lace You the one I can't escape, girl, you fuckin' up the bass I throw thousands in your face, you throw ass, make it shake Get your pay, money on the floor all day, what you make? 'Cause every nigga in here wanna know what's your name Paying your subscription for tuition, run your game Pussy run the world, that ain't gon' change
Writer(s): Gilbere Forte, Jordan Houston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out