Double Cup

[Intro: DJ Infamous, Juicy J & Hitmaka] (K.E. on the Track) DJ Infamous Trippy, trippy, trippy, trippy (Hitmaka) Y'all know what it is We gettin money, homie And we throwin it up It's time to po' up And we gettin tore up (Talk to me!) [Hook: Juicy J & Hitmaka] (What you talkin' 'bout, money?) Money, bitch, I blow it (Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shawty, come roll it (Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin' What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin' (I got my) Double cup with my top down D-Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down D-Double cup with my top down [Verse 1: Jeezy] Double cup with my logo, thirty-six of that coco Yeah, the product's good, you know the number's right And if you've got to check, then it's a no-go All this snow, I've been a snowman Always blowin' strong, talkin' Conan Fuck who lied to ya, can you believe this shit? Fuck both of y'all, I fear no man My top quit and that trippy, seats tan, Rice Crispy Got a wooden handle and a shoulder strap Fits in your trunk, it hold fifty Too many chains, that look crook Pyrex and water, won best cook See my lil' homie with me hold me down He gon' take the shot just like Westbrook "Who he think he is?" I said VP Vice President Young, you've got to see me Nigga fuck around, won't get an album date I'll have 'em drop your ass on GP Now I'm fucked up and that's fucked up Your bitch on me now, tough luck I don't do the lean, don't fuck with molly And that's grown shit in that white cup We talkin' bout [Hook: Juicy J & Hitmaka] (What you talkin' 'bout, money?) Money, bitch, I blow it (Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shawty, come roll it (Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin' What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin' (I got my) Double cup with my top down D-Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down D-Double cup with my top down (I got my) [Verse 2: Ludacris] Double cup with my top down, .40 cal', couple Glock rounds Handcuffed your chick, that bitch on twenty-four hour lockdown And rappers got these stale flows, front hard like steel toes The man behind that voice is gay as fuck, y'all niggas Elmos Been twelve years, I still shine, money long, I still grind Used to be a thousandaire, but I had to eat, it's meal time Then after that, it's bill time, we fuck hoes to kill time Your plane got them delays, we on my jet, nigga, in real time And all up on that WiFi, sippin' on them Mai Tais Infamous just passed the weed and gave the pilot a high-five Meanwhile, y'all broke down, can't even hold your post down Everywhere we go is poppin' Everywhere you go's a fuckin' ghost town [Hook: Juicy J & Hitmaka] (What you talkin' 'bout, money?) Money, bitch, I blow it (Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shawty, come roll it (Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin' What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin' (I got my) Double cup with my top down D-Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down D-Double cup with my top down (I got my) [Verse 3: Juicy J & Hitmaka] Gettin' money, that's every day, candy paint on my Chevrolet R-Rollin' up that A+, 'bout to pour up to meditate Nigga so high, might levitate, one life to live, let's celebrate Came a long way from sellin' yay' Now it's a 100K that should touch the stage "Bandz A Make Her Dance" number one on the Billboard I can't complain, I've got a lifestyle that most y'all niggas'd kill for I'm on the grind chasin' real dough, still kick shit like a steel toe Codeine got me movin' slow I've got too much money for a bill fold Pimp-type nigga, I'm a Memphis nigga In a ho mouth like dentures, nigga All I talk is big money, anything else is senseless, nigga Smoke some more, I'ma sip some more I'ma fuck your bitch 'til she pigeon-toed In the Rolls Royce gettin' chauffeured With the blinds closed, gettin' blowed (What you talkin' 'bout, money?) [Verse 4: Game & DJ Infamous] Ayo, Inf' (Talk to me) I just came through in that Rolls Royce Levis, Margielas, ask about me, I'm the hoes' choice Tight eyes, gold cup, watch me lean in that soy sauce Niggas sprayed up my Phantom, I'd walked away like that boy Ross Murciélago with the doors off, hit the club straight throwed off Popped a molly then rode off She had her clothes off 'fore we drove off Woo! My nigga, her head game, I'ma tell you 'bout it But "woo!" My nigga, had ten racks, she sucked me out of it I need more mollies, I need more drinks She wonder why her friend can't get up on the couch with us That ho stink Bugatti, rose paint, I ball hard cause D. Rose can't Got a hundred bottles comin' to my table, fuck you hoes think? [Hook: Juicy J & Hitmaka] (What you talkin' 'bout, money?) Money, bitch, I blow it (Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shawty, come roll it (Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin' What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin' (I got my) Double cup with my top down D-Double cup with my top down Double cup with my top down D-Double cup with my top down (I got my)