Juicy J - Football Highlight Tape lyrics

[Hook: Eric Bellinger] Word around town, I'm the man, n***a Break that b**h down to the grams, n***a 16 Os in a pound, n***a Quarterback draw, touchdown, n***a Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a Next day air, no ground, n***a [Verse 1: Eric Bellinger] Took a loss, had a n***a on Slim Fast Now I'm movin' weight like gym cla** Broke it down, every bag like Sinbad How I get this bread? Mind your business Sell it on site and I go half price Don't got my bread? On your head, no lice Wrap it up good, no smell, that's right Cut the box open, no Jordan, that's flight She look good, so I'm stackin' numbers Next morning, another trackin' number Lookin' for a bad b**h I can bust down Trickin' off field goal, I need a touchdown [Hook: Eric Bellinger] Word around town, I'm the man, n***a Break that b**h down to the grams, n***a 16 Os in a pound, n***a Quarterback draw, touchdown, n***a Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a Next day air, no ground, n***a [Verse 2: French Montana] Word around town, I'm the man, n***a Want it all, break it down to the grams, n***a Ballin', cool 500 grand, n***a You ain't talkin' money, I don't understand, n***a Uptown, n***a, bust down, n***a Face down, n***a, James Brown, n***a Ass up with your legs shakin' Time for work, know I gotta fill the van, bake It ain't how you get it, it's what you do with it Flip 21, 42 with it Two hands up, touchdown, n***a 100 grams, lift you with the ground, n***a [Hook: Eric Bellinger] Word around town, I'm the man, n***a Break that b**h down to the grams, n***a 16 Os in a pound, n***a Quarterback draw, touchdown, n***a Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a Next day air, no ground, n***a [Verse 3: Juicy J] Juicy J, no days off, full time hustlin' Shawty I'm the plug, I don't gotta touch nothin' Send 'em your way, I just gotta press a bu*ton If the price ain't right, n***a, I ain't budgin' n***as starvin' in the streets, their ribs touchin' You lookin' like food and we got the munchies Quarterback legendary, John Elway Ridin' with the Bulldog .38, no shell case G-5, take off of the coast A n***a been had more mils than Quaker Oats Taylor Gang, flyin' first cla** on a paper plane With a foreign chick but I still can't pronounce her name Stuff a hundred grand in a Honda Civic We'll get it from the ground and the sky is the limit Gettin' face in the car from another n***a's broad Smokin' football fields, rollin' up a hundred yards, touchdown [Hook: Eric Bellinger] Word around town, I'm the man, n***a Break that b**h down to the grams, n***a 16 Os in a pound, n***a Quarterback draw, touchdown, n***a Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a Touch, touch, touchdown, n***a Next day air, no ground, n***a