Jeffrey
Juice WRLD - Topic
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(What you on, Mike P?)
(What you on?)
Shit
Money on me, hundred on me (Hundred)
Money on me (Hundred, hundred)
Money on me (Ayy)
Hundred on me (Hundred, hundred)
Dope (Hey)
Money on me, hundred on me
Money on me, hundred on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Wouldn't ever shot you if you let me be
Young rich nigga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey
No drama, I'm a problem
You a goon, cool, I got goblins
Fuck with me, make you leak like a faucet
Mix the liquor up, skrrt, now I'm nauseous
I don't sip the lean
Used to love codeine 'cause I love to dream
Now I mix Henny with the Rémy 'cause I love to drink
And I don't love to think, feel like I'm finna puke
Can't do it on the mink, mink
Money on the way, what is up? Hold up, hold up
I can't drive, still hit a donut
Nineteen, multi-millionaire
Ain't no lookin' back, all that broke shit dead
Money on me, hundred on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Wouldn't ever shot you if you let me be
Young rich nigga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey
I get drunk and act a fool
If you want an altercation, put you on the news
With the channel crew, they know I be makin' moves
W gang, I can't never lose, like your boyfriend
I can never be a fool, like your boyfriend
He a bitch, nigga, I went to school with your boyfriend
Real as hell, I came from my move like your boyfriend
Next thing you know, she want me to be her boyfriend
That's how this shit go, she do coke
I gotta make it snow, pull up with the pole
Like who want smoke? LOL
To the bank, richer than a joke
Money on me, hundred on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Wouldn't ever shot you if you let me be
Young rich nigga, that's a guarantee