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Artist: Juicy J
Canonical path: /juicy-j/stop-it
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Stop It
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Stop It
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I'ma tell you broke niggas something
Listen
Make money, no vacation
Pay cash don't make payments
Getting high like I'm eighteen
But I've been rich since the late eighties
Backstage, naked ladies
Poppin pills and swallowing babies
Bad bitches ain't come to play
She gon' give me head before I go on stage
New car, a couple, a hundred
Ain't nothin' I call it play money
Bugatti, Ferrari, the Benz, the Bentley
Juicy stay stuntin
Street niggas, we packin them tools
Play with it, make action news
Put some money on your head, you worth a stack or two
Real nigga I'm 100, I sip lean and I chase money
Niggas out here savin hoes, niggas need to be savin money
Made mine, can't take it from me
Hit the club, I take your woman
Take her home, get some head, wake up breakfast in bed
Yeah nigga that's grits and eggs
Rich bitch don't forget the bread
Up and down that interstate
I move weight, that's Jenny Craig
I'ma fuck me a model, I'mma fuck me a model
You only get to live one time, so I'mma fuck me a model
I make money all day then I ball with the profits
Niggas hate on me, I tell em hatin' niggas stop it
Go fuck with a bitch, get that becky then I'm gone
Catch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong
Straight out of north Memphis nigga
20 years in
Still rich and ain’t gon stop getting rich
Told you niggas I ain’t gon' never gonna stop getting money
Let’s get it
Bitch you ain’t no killa
And real niggas don’t talk
Start shit in this club
It’s going down in the parking lot
Niggas get killed and then we ain’t shedding no tears
Niggas can’t keep they mouth closed, judge give you them years
Yo homie fuckin yo bitch
And she ain't acceptin' your calls
Them niggas ain't holding you down
And you call them niggas yo dogs
They really out here hatin so stay strapped up like a tank
They got guns they got in movies
Except they not shootin' blanks
Pass straight in broad daylight
They don’t care who lookin
Young niggas got something to prove, niggas think he pushin
Playin' round in my hood and they'll smoke you like a swisha
We don’t play bout money and we don’t play with them pistols
I make money all day then I ball with the profits
Niggas hate on me, I tell em hatin' niggas stop it
Go fuck with a bitch, get that becky then I'm gone
Catch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong
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