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Big Funds
Jay Worthy
,
Larry June
,
CeeLo Green
,
LNDN DRGS
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Yeah, baby
Uh, J.U.S.T.I.C.E
J.U.S.T.I.C.E., yeah, need it, believe it
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
It's a game, man
Said it ain't no secret (Uh)
Yes, Lord (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)
Uh, let's get it (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)
One, two, three, woo-hee
Ah, damn, it's them niggas with the big funds
Big guns, I don't sip light, bitch, this thick mud (Big money)
Ah, damn, it's them niggas kickin' P shit
G shit, I don't want your pussy, where my P, bitch? (Run it up)
Two-tone, got the leather with the woodgrain
Gang-gang, all my niggas really love to gangbang (Fool-ass niggas)
SF, I got love in the Bay too
Stay bool, only thing I know is how to stay true (True)
Hit LA, pull up at Belasco's
Goncho with some niggas from the jungles
That's the Congo (Five times, ho)
Me and Larry two peas in a pod, though
Awful, you just lost your bitch at the sideshow (You just lost her)
Dame funk in this bitch like it's glyzo (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm on, shine got you driftin' in the time zone (Back in the field)
Ah, damn, it's them niggas from the Westside
Best side, drove it off the lot, fuck a test drive
Said it ain't no secret that I claim to be (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)
It ain't no secret, bitch, it's plain to see (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)
Now you want it like you need it, speak
Like you believe it (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)
Did you see the whip? God gave it 'caine to me (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)
Now it ain't no secret that you ain't a G (Uh)
You're absolutely nothing that you claim to be (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)
I'd rather get your money, I'd rather get your money (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)
Switch a thing up, man, you sound
Strange to me (One, two, three, woo-hee)
One thing about me, I keeps a ho (Keeps a ho)
Hit DC when the Bay was slow (Bay was slow)
You not a real P, heard you paid your snow
Made a couple thousand and praised a ho
Me, I really came from that life
Off to the trenches, baggin' the white
Fifties, Nashes, Vettes and bikes
My cars are nice, my hoes is righteous
Now I'm dippin', fucked around and lost my keys
But fuck it, I got me some trees and a few G's
Before I leave the house, gotta grab that thing
'Cause shit get shaky in these 'Frisco streets
Clockin', the block had crack for sale
And like a Pittsburgh nigga, I pack that steel
Bitch, you know that it's real, water with chlorophyll
I keep my hands clean, I'm a player for real (J.U.S.T.I.C.E., yeah)
Said it ain't no secret that I claim to be (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)
It ain't no secret, bitch, it's plain to see (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)
Now you want it like you need it, speak
Like you believe it (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)
Did you see the whip? God gave it 'caine to me (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)
Now it ain't no secret that you ain't a G (Uh)
You're absolutely nothing that you claim to be (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)
I'd rather get your money, I'd rather get your money (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)
Switch a thing up, man, you sound
Strange to me (One, two, three, woo-hee)
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