Juelz Santana - Magnolia Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Why yes, f** you too What up, world? You know when I said the diamonds was on prom day That meant they was dancin' under the dawg like In New York I Milly Rock Got it in my sock Fifty off the wall And I press rerock Got it in my sock Got a lil' thot That's a lil boat, boy, that's a lil' yacht Nah, I'm just playing, let me get this sh** for real tho [Verse] I get money, money, money motherf**er like I'm Jordan It's the n***a flyin' foreign, make your b**hes not important Milly rockin' through the city pop a pity by the garden Know you n***as can't afford it And these b**hes can't ignore me I did sh** like dory, I'm with some white shorty And the b**h is like forty, she singing Mike Shorey In the port loose ridin' out the Porsche coupe glidin' If you try me n***a I be off the Porsche through slidin' It's just me and lil' Aggy, Portuguese lil' baddie Pourin' drink off in the soda, puttin' weed off in the baggy I be off in the caddie with a freak that's off a addy Tryin' f** me to the beat is like the beat is off badly Fleeing off to Cali, I'll be back in the morning Them boys diss me in the night I get 'em clapped by the morning Got the money clubbin' on the dollar stackin' and joinin' In the back of this foreign, I keep a cool b**h with me This never slackin' or borin', never lackin' I'm blowin' And any n***as try and hoe us, we feel the world owe us I bet your girl know us, what the man Riley Two bad b**hes like Kendall and Kylie Let your man try me be another man dying I'ma young sergeant, oh and by the way I just beat my gun charges, Lawyer like a maid And just sweeping dumb charges Shout out Jim Lewis I won't keep you bombarded But we some young bosses Can't nobody ever try to do it like we do Playboi like Carti I want f** Cardi B too Wonder if I slide in that DM what it lead to? Puttin' in position like we in a magazine shoot n***a I'm the man ten b**hes magnolia Shout out to the fans, African and Angola yeah Throw the damn Rollie up, throw the damn Rollie up Rollie so heavy that the b**hes can't hold it up Score so much they gotta throw a damn goalie up n***as say they know but they don't know enough You know it's us Shawty wanna f** me for Chanel, she a coconut Skurtin' through the parkin' lot with doughnuts in the car clutch All thirty of us, twenty-six b**hes, four s*uts All of us going up, the bank account's growin' up Shawty threw the p**y had me tore it up Now the only way to get it back she gotta sew it up Yeah in New York I Milly rock, I'm on any block Hit that b**h on Betty block Gave this dick to twenty thots Got it in my sock, forty on the wop Thirty clip inside a extendo on the Glock ooh [Outro] We just getting started Nothing gon' be safe I'm hopping on everything, body n***as