Labels. / Juicy (Mixed)

[Verse 1: Kiana Ledé]

I ain't wastin' no more time with these labels

I done gave your ass my heart and you played with it

I hear it look different when you down on both knees

Gotta get a grip 'cause I ain't your main squeeze

[Pre-Chorus: Kiana Ledé]

All this money that you talkin', I already spent that

Every dollar that I gave you, I need every cent back

Oh, no, no, no

Oh, no, no

[Chorus: Kiana Ledé, Moneybagg Yo]

I'm the one that kept it juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you (Juicy)

Now who the fuck gon' keep it juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you?

I'm the one that kept it juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy)

Now who the fuck gon' keep it, juicy for you, juicy for you? Oh, yeah (Juicy, juicy), for you

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]

You keep it super juicy, pink Starburst (Candy)

Yeah, I'm your nigga, babe, but I'm a star first (First of all)

It gotta get better 'cause it done been worsе (For real)

We step out frеsh to death (Drip), double hearse (Double hearse, ooh, kill 'em)

Send a text, "My place or your place?" (Where we going?)

Sexy lace, ooh, can I get a taste? (Right now, right now)

Slow grind while I'm gripping on your waist

Come here, shorty, sign this waiver for this pain you 'bout to take

[Pre-Chorus: Kiana Ledé]

All this money that you talkin', I already spent that

Every dollar that I gave you, I need every cent back

Oh, no, no, no

Oh, no, no

[Chorus: Kiana Ledé, BIA]

I'm the one that kept it juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you (Juicy)

Now who the fuck gon' keep it, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you?

I'm the one that kept it juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, juicy for you, yeah

Now who the fuck gon' keep it, juicy for you, juicy for you? Oh, yeah (Uh), for you

[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine

Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine

Hangin' pictures on my wall

Every Saturday, Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped

Smokin' weed in Bambú, sippin' on Private Stock

Way back when I had the red and black lumberjack

With the hat to match

Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha

You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far

Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight

Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner

Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner

Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri

Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski

I'm blowin' up like you thought I would

Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good

Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga