Juggin N Schemin (feat. Nuk)

All the money get niggas stand up, if you bout that bag man up I like money getting niggas, I don't like the niggas playing tough, they be pussy anyway I can show you how to break it down and run up any state, flying through this shit, then I broke the money counter Been like ten years straight and I ain't had no money problems I ain't even broke a sweat I like money, money cause that's what's gon' keep the bitches wet I got half sales, whole sales, real better quarter brick I got nick sales, brick sales and you ain't seen a quarter yet I'm a trap nigga, I'ma run through everything I order niggas And the bitches come to me So you will never see me order six Bitches asking me if I got bag, I'm like it's water wet I ain't never in these niggas section, say I'm hard to catch Spend this shit, never save, Harlem shaking money I ain't no soft rich nigga, I dare you try to take it from me Play for a quarter ounce to a bro to make it for me Arrow with a switch and five seconds shoot a hundred Out on bond, still chasing pace If a nigga try to rob, he gon' get erased Hit his stupid ass with the chop, make him Harlem shake Think I'm signing the OVO, how I be with Drake Bitch, I ain't trying to fuck, dude, you gotta chase Yo man's looking broke as hell, he need to bust his bank Really, it's never niggas birthday, they ain't getting cake We hitting strong, make a nigga make a musty face Only thing I love is the money, I don't go on dates I be sliding on the opps like I'm wearing a skate Real gorilla in the field, so I'm dripping bait I hit your bitch off a perch, she wetter than a lake I ain't never worried about my opps, they be shooting bricks How the fuck is you a trapper, only got a zip You flexing ten K, I just left it with my jeweler Whoever knew, I make 50 off this computer This bitch give me all her brain like a tutor Niggas get a ski and a gluttony, they a shooter All right, and when you start that, catch an opp anywhere in this whip I'm a part that, I just open up, fight chases with them cars at Why you gas him up, now he up there where the stars at Nigga, it's my chain, he gon' chop it up when uncle feel Bitch, go open up a chase, so I know it's real You feel like fluffy paper, you ain't really got no hope for real Bitch, stop trying to act boozy, you a hoe for real Walk up, made one K off a juke, I scam to Riffy Told this bitch to deep throw my dick, she trying to lick it I'm trying to slide on a nigga, you a witness Bitch, how you fuck the whole hood, be finished The key to coming up, you gotta stay down Just get a hit, my ears still ringing from the case I'm in It's like, all we know is slide, just like a playground, your bitch a rat And she got more miles than the Greyhound, crazy All I know is get a rental and put some miles on it I just left the club, hell yeah, I threw a pile on it Put up on Mino with all blues, he like my style, don't he 'Cause I just came to get some blues and then I miled on it The way I'm shitting on these niggas, it's like diarrhea My dog just hit me with a pint of white, let's buy a liter Momma said, you a high head, don't got a fever Don't care if she a ten, I give a hit, I gotta leave her Gotta go