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That's cash, nigga, I got bundles of it
You don't like it, but these bitches love it
If the money ain't the topic, no discussion
I'mma need you broke niggas to change the subject
Niggas mad ‘cause they see me stunting
Bet you hide when you see an OG coming
Catch me in the whip that I do about 200
In a whole month like I'm TV Johnny
Homie, I've been doing this shit, I'm a vet in this
Shit, you little niggas need to catch up
That Ferrari outside, so fast it can fly
So sick it need a check up
Niggas went down when the chips was low
Now they think I owe them something
Same niggas who was talking down on me
Want me to throw ‘em something
Motherfucker, I walk up in the club then show out
Pore more out, you tripping if you bring your hoe out
I throw dough out
Ain't nothing changed but my change and my chains and I'm balling
Numbers on the board, look like a blow out
Came this far all on my own
Hit after hit, now I'm in my zone
Bitch, I topped the charts with ever ysong
Now the Billboard's my second home

BLOW OUT
BALLING

Just bought a cemetery
They killing niggas all day
Just put a million on the Lakers
And I ain't ever at the games
Smoking weed with a politician
The nigga wearing my chains
We go to dinner every night, celebrate
Tip a hundred racks to the waitress

Living in the clouds, but I still see clear
Motherfuckers hate the fact that we still here
I tour all year, if it's cash then I'm all ear
Same team, different state, feeling like my peers
I'm the star here, making toast, burning bread, nigga
My new gold chain exciting the Feds, nigga
Got it on my own, never had to beg, nigga
Now everything's Louie, Gucci in the mass, nigga
Still rolling up fresh out of the pound, nigga
Fly in your bitch then hit the town with her
You know Juicy the type to pour up, roll up a swisher then I get her high
Ain't no coming down, nigga, hash all in my rillo
My eyes in the red zone, but no, I ain't touchdown
Hoes used to flex on me
Now they do anything just to get me to cuff now
Only rock the finest shit
Closet filled with designer shit
All this ice in my Rollie
I can't even see what time it is
I be thumbing through a check, bro
Watch the Louie V store on Rodeo get shut down
Hit you niggas with the tech, bro
Taking shots from the free throw line, but it ain't no fouls

BLOW OUT
BALLING

I'm allergic to these broke niggas
So I went and bought a plane
Duffle with Columbians
While you niggas cutting cake
I'm in Russia buying diamonds
While you niggas buying chains
Your wife say, "Juicy, when y'all fucking?"
Get used to my name

Your wife say, "Juicy, when y'all fucking?"
Get used to my name
Your wife say, 'Juicy, when y'all fucking?"
Get used to my name
Your wife say, "Juicy, when y'all fucking?"
Get used to my name
Your wife say, "Juicy, when y'all fucking?"
Get used to my name

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