Jeffrey

[Intro: Juice WRLD & Mike P]

What you on, Mike P?

What you on?

Shit

Money on me

Hunnid on me (Hunnid)

Money on me (Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid)

Hunnid

Hunnid on me (Ayy)

Hunnid on me (Hunnid, hunnid, woah, hey, brrp, brrp, brrp, skrrt)

[Chorus]

Money on me, hunnid on me

Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene

I still put the G-Star on my jeans

She asked me if I love her, only in her dreams

Keep my stick on me, make you bleed

Would have never shot you if you let me be

Young rich nigga, that's a guarantee

I be with them killers like Jeffrey

[Verse 1]

No Dahmer, I'm a problem

You a goon, cool, I got goblins

Fuck with me, make you leak like a faucet

Mix the liquor up, skrrt, now I'm nauseous

I don't sip the lean

Used to love codeine 'cause I love to dream

Now I mix Henny with the Rémy 'cause I love to drink (Yeah)

And I don't love to think (Yeah)

Feel like I'm finna puke (Up)

Can't do it on the mink, mink

Money on the way, what is the hold up, hold up?

I can't drive, still hit a donut

19 months, multi-millionaire

Ain't no lookin' back, all that broke shit dead

[Chorus]

Money on me, hunnid on me

Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene

I still put the G-Star on my jeans

She asked me if I love her, only in her dreams

Keep my stick on me, make you bleed

Would have never shot you if you let me be

Young rich nigga, that's a guarantee

I be with them killers like Jeffrey

[Verse 2]

I get drunk and act a fool

If you want an altercation, put you on the news

With the channel crew

They know I be makin' moves

W Gang, I can't never lose like your boyfriend

I can never be a fool like your boyfriend

He a bitch nigga, I went to school with your boyfriend

Real as hell, I can't front my move like your boyfriend

Next thing you know, she want me to be her boyfriend

[Bridge]

That's how that shit go

She do coke, I gotta make it snow

Pull up with the pole like, "Who want smoke?"

L-O-L to the bank, richer than a joke

[Chorus]

Money on me, hunnid on me

Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene

I still put the G-Star on my jeans

She asked me if I love her, only in her dreams

Keep my stick on me, make you bleed

Would have never shot you if you let me be

Young rich nigga, that's a guarantee

I be with them killers like Jeffrey