[Hook]
The streets is down to ride when it's on (When it's on)
Talking how you talking, get you gone (Get you gone)
You don't know my n***a, you don't know (You don't know)
You don't know my n***a, you don't know (You don't know)
I been getting money from before (From before)
Matter of fact, get my money out the floor (Out the floor)
You don't know my n***a, you don't know (You don't know)
You don't know my n***a, you don't know (You don't know)
[Verse 1]
The streets ain't never been hidin, we riding
Duct tape on a licence plate when we see a n***a sliding
Choppers in the window when we find him
It's money to be made when we find him
Dinner on me at Benihana's
Just rapping, and I seen three commas
f**ing bad b**hes in they vaginas
Juicy mane, be honest
My .45 is harmonic
Weed, buying more chronic
My Prada suit is black diamond
Tired of sh**ting on n***as, I'm bout to vomit
Champagne with my omelet
They say I'm still using ebonics
But I'm still capping these commas
n***as think that they nino
Juicy man got a ego
Bet your life in my casino
My Cuban link is a kilo
Got a mansion out in the valley, I still keep my heat on
Too many diamonds and rupees in my chains, looking like hot cheetos
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
It ain't no n***a like me
Who still spending millions from the '90s
I can spend my own millions just to sign me
Walking in the white house in a black tee
Get lost in my time piece, My wrist priced out the Bugatti
Icing on the cake with the glaze on
I be at the Oscars with my Jays on
Watcha saying homes?
I be in the kitchen with the good sh**
Getting my Bobby Flay on
Duffel bag in the Ferrari
Top down, switching foreign lanes on a Friday
Baddest b**hes, erotic. Blowin' light cause I got it
If my goons knew how to swim they'd be sharks mixed with piranhas
Fashion shows out in Paris, all my weed is designer
I don't talk business on the phone
If the money ain't texting I ain't home
It's not up to me how your b**h getting home, I f**ed her
She just wanted Juicy on the night that you loved her
Knock knock, n***a don't you dare
n***as in the gra** with their choppers in the air
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Crack a n***a head with the Ace of Spades
Worldstar put you on the front page
Congratulations, you finally made it
p**y n***a, you finally famous
These rap n***as, these rap n***as
In real life ain't moving sh**
Half the sh** just sound good
You n***as living in a movie clip
20 years in, you new to this
I'm a shark n***a, you a tuna fish
All my cars got smart start
Damn b**h, I'm stupid rich
Stupid b**h, that's hella paid
Promethazine in my lemonade
Got a private loft in MIA
No competition I'm in my lane