Juice

[Produced by B.o.B & Jaque Beatz] [Verse 1 - London Jae] I got 99 problems, nigga 99 flavors Big crib sit on 99 acres I got 99 bitches, brought me 99 haters Two cups, five rings, I’m a laker Ay, if she bad Imma take her If she ain’t fucking Imma make her And if she rich, Imma break her Poolside, sipping mud, dripping flavor [Hook] I got the juice Start running with your cup GirI I got the juice All your friends want a sip Take a dip in the pool She can’t hold it back when she ready to choose Start running with your cup Girl I got the juice [Verse 2 - London Jae] I be fresher than a salad nigga This kind of swag is a blessing Big ring for the [?] nigga I’m dripping [?] daddy dressing I’m having money like a motherfucker Running through the paper like Hammer Pull up on whoever and get to em I’m on the beach in some sandals nigga Feeling like a player, way I’m kicking shit These bitches wanna hang like a nail Get to peeling shit I move around the city like the mayor And I’m on my grind Running out of time in this verse nigga press rewind [Hook] [Verse 3 – B.o.B] She a tutor, and she work at Hooters Working on her Zumba She from Cuba, told me come and scoop her I’ll be over sooner I be zooming, never let my roof up, whipping like it’s Kunta Unidentified foreign object, take me to your ruler, right She bout to let me scuba dive Legs up like some suicides She gone throw it at me, Imma utilize Kill that pussy, now it’s crucified Resurrect, give me hella neck, like a turtleneck Take a break, let a nigga rest, light a cigarette No regrets, kinda like a porno movie set We execs, hopping off the jet, off to Paris next [Hook]