From Tha Block

[Verse 1: Juvenile]

I done got in the mood, that liquor kickin' in

And all these average ass bitches lookin’ different

The niggas workin' the door let all the chickens in

A ho I know from the hood in here with her stripper friends

And I got money, I could trick a bitch

And I don't give a motherfuck if she a six or ten

Fuckin’ with my dough is when it's time to kill

I wreck shit like an alcoholic behind the wheel

Made a lot of deals, paid a lot of bills

You said a lot of fake, I said a lot of real

You got a lot of gimmicks, not a lot of skill

Nigga, this a Bentley coupe, this not a Bonneville

And you can smell the weed comin' out my folicles

I'm some "My, my, my" shit, Johnny Gill

I keep my bitch rockin' designer heels

I'ma kill all that kill, killer, so ride a wheel

[Chorus: Juvenile]

Took it from the block, now I'm on the yacht

Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps

I’m tryna leave that liquor ’lone but I can barely stop

My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock

I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy

I'm ’bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out

Guaranteed money, bitch, I ain't 'bout to be franchised

The bad guy, got them killers on standby

[Verse 2: Birdman]

One face, put 'em in a race

Lay them down for my rounds, never caught the case

Briefcase, hundred G’s, different states

No lace, keep a K when I'm 'round my way

Big day, big pay, nigga quick to spray

Another way how we did it, nigga, back a day

Hustle ways, nigga did it in the hallway

Big paper, fast lane with the foreign frame

[Chorus: Juvenile]

Took it from the block, now I'm on the yacht

Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps

I'm tryna leave that liquor 'lone but I can barely stop

My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock

I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy

I'm 'bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out

Guaranteed money, bitch, I ain't 'bout to be franchised

The bad guy, got them killers on standby

[Verse 3: Juvenile & Birdman]

I got a pocket full of dead folks

Ridin' in the yellow Ferrari, lookin' like eggyolks

Matchin' jewelry and cars, and all that shit paid for

The only thing goin' backwards here is the Wraith doors, huh?

The High Life that we paid for

Bentley with them customs and we laid low

Bad bitch with some old soul

We hit 'em up 'bout this cash flow

You lil' niggas better take notes

'Cause when your money up and these bitches know it, they way more

'Cause shit we took it from the project to the lakeshores

You know she fuckin', nigga, tell her keep her legs closed

Uh, we went from platinum to a hundred shows

A hundred G's with a hundred floors

Rags to richs with the marble floor

And the Bentley with that calico

[Chorus: Juvenile]

Took it from the block, now I'm on the yacht

Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps

I'm tryna leave that liquor 'lone but I can barely stop

My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock

I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy

I'm 'bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out

Guaranteed money, bitch, I ain't 'bout to be franchised

The bad guy, got them killers on standby