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Huh? Like what I'ma do today
I'm feeling like Juicy J, pour up a deuce today
Huh like what the fuck am I gonna do
Trap with these hoes from Peru
Back

ouu, ouu, headshots (shots, shots)
I don't want to get hit by headshots

Super
As I walk through the valley where they shower (shower)
Rain down

through the peephole (yeah)
Hit a nigga with the Rico (yeah) , yeah
Uh, choppa by my side, homicide (yeah)
I'ma kill that nigga if he
Talkin' down, he gon'

the choppa now you really got aim
Miss my nigga I been goin insane so I calm down
Niggas goin down
If you ever did me wrong you gon feel it the worst but ima

Niggas hit you’re man
Me and Sammy pop out with the mini van
Mini Van
Choppa hit that nigga body running like the running man
Running man
Running

give me muthafuckin face 
When I push up to ya place 
Ainn no chillin ainn no talking hoe bite down catch a taste 
I gotta slide by 10 
Im trynna fuck

the party, I’m fly
He wanna try but he not that guy
MG coupe, finna speed right by (Skrt)
We know you capping, you telling a lie (Woah)
Choppa’ hit him in his

cocaine)
Scales in the basement by the choppa (Pure white cocaine)
Sellin' powder white as my Balenciaga's (Pure white cocaine)
No hoop dreams, I just want

Money on the Floor

Gucci Mane

Chicken Talk

2008

(Chorus)

J's at my door, I got money on the floor (repeat 3x)
I'm a million dollar nigga on the muthafuckin low
I got money on the floor (repeat 8x)

All this ice on me I feel just like I’m Gucci
Tell her shut the fuck up I feel like I’m Juicy
All these tats on me I feel just like I’m Tunechi
All

choppas by the bus load (boaw)
Turn these bitches into ashes, yeah, that's gun smoke (grrt)
I'll wipe out my own kinfolk just to show 'em that I'm

down and I hop out, ayy
Got ambulance and the cops out, ayy
And 'cause my mans bought the Glocks out, ayy
'Cause yo mans want to talk now
I was smokin'

Chop it up, Chop it up
Mhmm, Pick it up pick it up
Yessir
Chop it up, Chop it up
Mhm
Pick it up, Pick it up
Choppa hit em up from his knees to his

Chilling by myself playing my game
Homie acting stupid yes he's talking super lame
I didn't really have nothing to do for a couple days
I'm about Go

on go
Tried to pull the trigger but your ass just froze
His ass just froze
Pull the choppa out yeah you know it blows
Yeah you know it blows down
Spinning

Took the top off the coupe yeah
N****s tote the typa choppas take the top right up off of you, yeah
Fruity pebble on the
Different color

kick down your door and then run through your crib
I light a j up and then do it again
I only want money i don't want no friends
He know he can't see me

we see what he say
(Uh)
This ain't no game, I ain't come here to play
Pull up, and smoke that lil' boy like a J
(Smoke that lil' boy, that lil' boy)

Yeah street Hottest Youngin, J billz

Everywhere we go
Me and my niggas, we them niggas
Better watch yo hoe
The streets they get cold and it
Get

I'm a street mortician
I don't care if my niggas let me down
Cuz for myself, I'll be around
Black shades, I guess I'm Hollywood
Niggas, say, cause of my

to acting out
J.O be on go he's down to roll and get to stomping out
This shit not for show
It's fasho so come an find it out
I be gettin high I cannot lie

Got the Russian K's like I'm Hopper And my bitch like Joyce with the choppa
If you play with my niggas, we gon' pop ya If you speakin' on the team,

the percs, molly, and them xans
Walk down with Choppa I got glockies in my fucking hand
Niggas mad cause yo bitch throwing B's what's the fucking plan
Hit yo

yelling
I burn down ya dwelling
Game so gold that it's measured in Kelvins
I dance like Elvis wita gun by my pelvis
So don't be jealous
Of me and my fellas