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Money a Do It Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I will gun creep you through your hood with that gun on my waist
Tell me what's the procedure with the gun on your face
We did a couple of talkin we just out here gettin money
Out here f****** these hoes my young ins servin them junkies
I got partnas that smoke, I got b****** that sniff
I got killas and goons, and they all with the s***
Send them bust in your home, if you play with my chips
They gon come in shoot them choppas bullet shoot through them bricks
Comin shoot up your house, comin spray up your wealth
I need money my n****, say them gangsters for your b****
Catch you out on the town, then you (?) all up
I don't play in my walkin, but I been up my buck, hol up

[Hook x2]
I see ya got some haters, yeah a money do it
Shawty do some strands for some change, yeah a money do it
If I want a n**** dead, yeah a money do it
If I want it I'mma get it, I got money to do it

[Verse 2]
Take your b**** home then I'm all up in that p****
Old school pimpin she ain't f***** with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a phantom on a ho
Watch me take her out the club, and drop some bands on that ho (bandz a make her dance)
Buy that b**** a bag, buy that b**** some beans
I keep her caked up n**** that's a happy me
Full of codeine in my styrofoam cup
I can turn a church girl into a stone cold s***
Bad red bone, puttin on the show
No I'm not gon wife her up cuz she errbody ho
f***** with them broke n*****, so what does she think
Need to get your mind right, b****, and come get these Franklins
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
f*** n***** don't want to go to war
Got a AK and a snub nose
Shoot em up, he talkin s***
With a ski mask on, and a pumpin s***
Kick in the door, and leave em dead
With a aim so precise, two shots to the head
One for the money, two for the Feds
Lord forgive, but I mean what I seen
All in your house, and I'm looking for a dope
Cuz I got to get paid or else no hope
I'm Juicy J throw with some killas on the boat
Best believe I'm a pimp, n**** ain't goin broke
Ride in the car with a body in the trunk
Three n***** deep, and we rollin up a blunt
Straight to Mississippi, sweatin up a pilly
Crazy is hell, you n***** gotta kill me
You n***** don't, wanna die,
Chest out, and acting hard
Calico, and a 45
Hollow tips, that pull apart
Keep it G, my G
Or you could meet your makers, body count stackin
I was in Jamaica, with Alabaisse
I be flyin by bitin down I'm flying high
Hatin a** n***** gotta die
If they mad then I'mma let them try
I could kick a door, or I could s***** a n****
My n***** ridin with me, and they yellin let's crack a n****
North Memphis full strapped up with a tool
Police pulled me over I'mma play it cool
I ain't going to jail (no sir)
I shoot and I run, that's how a n**** post bail
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Stay Trippy (2013)