Money A Do It lyrics

[Verse 1]

I will come creeping through your hood with that gun on my waist

Tell me what's the procedure when that gun in your face

We didn't come for no talkin we just out here gettin money

Out here fucking these hoes my youngins servin' them junkies

I got partners that smoke, I got bitches that sniff

I got killers and goons, and they all with the shit

Send them boys to your home, if you play with my chips

They gon' come in shoot them choppas bullet shoot through them bricks

Comin shoot up your house, come and spray up your whip

I need money my nigga, save them games for your bitch

Catch you out on the town, then you shit outta luck

I don't play in Milwaukee, but I been bout my buck, hold up

[Hook x2]

I see ya got some haters, yeah money a do it

Shawty do some stange for some change, yeah a money do it

If I want a nigga dead, yeah money a do it

If I want it I'ma get it, I got money to do it

[Verse 2]

Take your bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy

Old school pimpin' she ain't fuckin' with no rookie

Juicy J be cooler than a fan on a ho

Watch me take her out the club, and drop some bands on that ho (bandz a make her dance)

Buy that bitch a bag, buy that bitch some beans

I keep her caked up nigga that's a happy meal

Full of codeine in my Styrofoam cup

I can turn a church girl into a stone cold slut

Bad red bone, puttin' on the show

No I'm not gon' wife her cuz she errbody ho

Fuckin' with them broke niggas, so what is she thinkin'?

Need to get your mind right, bitch, and come get these Franklins

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Fuck niggas don't want to go to war

Got a AK and a snub nose

Shut em up, he talkin' shit

With a ski mask on, and I'm poppin' shit

Kick in the door, and I leave em dead

With a aim so precise, two shots to the head

One for the money, two for the feds

Lord forgive, but I mean what I said

All in your house, and I'm looking for a dope

Cuz I got to get paid or else no hope

I'm Juicy J throwed with some killas on the boat

Best believe I'm a pimp, nigga ain't goin broke

Ride in the car with a body in the trunk

Three niggas deep, and we rollin' up a blunt

Straight to Mississippi, sweatin' off a pilly

Crazy as hell, you niggas gotta kill me

You niggas don't, wanna die, chest out, and they acting hard

Calico, and a 45, hollow tips, that pull apart

Keep it G, my G

Or you could meet your makers, body count stackin'

I was in Jamaica, with alabis

I be flyin' by bitin' down I'm flying high

Hatin' ass niggas gotta die

If they mad then I'ma let them try

I could kick a door, or I could snatch a nigga

My niggas ridin' with me, and they yellin' let's crack a nigga

North Memphis fool strapped up with a tool

Police pulled me over I'ma play it cool

I ain't going to jail (no sir)

I shoot and I run, that's how a nigga post bail

• Artist:Juicy J
• Album:Stay Trippy (2013)