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Money a Do It[Verse 1:]I will come creepin' you through your hood with that gun on my waist Tell me what's the procedure with the gun on your face We did a couple of talking we just out here getting money Out here fucking these hoes my youngins serving 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 in your home, if you play with my chips They gon come in shoot them choppers bullet shoot through them bricks Coming shoot up your house, coming spray up your wealth I need money my nigga, say them gangsters for your bitch Catch you out on the town, then you shit out of luck I don't play in Milwaukee, but I been up my buck, hol up [Hook 2x:] I see ya got some haters, yeah a money do it Shawty do some strange for some change, yeah a money do it If I want a nigga dead, yeah a money do it If I want it I'm a get it, I got money to do it [Verse 2:] Take your bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy Old school pimping she ain't fucking 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 Buy that bitch a bag, buy that bitch some beans I keep her caked up nigga that's a happy me Full of codeine in my Styrofoam cup I can turn a church girl into a stone cold slut Bad red bone, putting on the show No I'm not gon' wife her cause she everybody ho Fucking with them broke niggas, so what does she think 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 talking shit With a ski mask on, and a popping shit Kick in the door, and 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 Cause I got to get paid or else no hope I'm Juicy J throw with some Taylors on the boat Best believe I'm a pimp, nigga ain't going broke Ride in the car with a body in the trunk Three niggas deep, and we rolling up a blunt Straight to Mississippi, sweating off a pilly Crazy as hell, you niggas gotta kill me You niggas don't, wanna die, Chest out, and acting hard Calico, and a 45 Hollow tips, that pull apart Keep it G, my G Or you could meet your makers, body count stacking I was in Jamaica, with Alabaisse I be flying by biting down I'm flying high Hating ass niggas gotta die If they mad then I'm a let them try I could kick a door, or I could snatch a nigga My niggas riding with me, and they yelling let's crack a nigga North Memphis full strapped up with a tool Police pulled me over I'm a play it cool I ain't going to jail (no sir) I shoot and I run, that's how a nigga post bail |