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Album: 100% Juice (2015)

Still

And I'm still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
I say I'm still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
That's cuz I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'

Silly bitch, stop tellin' 'em lies, hoes, stop spittin' 'em rumours
Juicy J, self made skinny nigga, pockets on Yokozuna
She wanna ride like Yokohomas, she fine like Pocahontas
I just might slide off in her with no jimmy, I'm just bein' honest
Still count up trigonomics, still got heat, you doubt us
Fuck around gets you a coozy ass casket playin' 'round with my commas
America KKK most wanted, need to free all my homies
X-ray vision in this crooked ass business, I can see most y'all niggas phony
I'm with someone else wife, I tell the driver bring the car around
Beat the pussy like Iron Mike, bang, bang, bang, bang, lights out
Blowin' on presidential, 'bout to pull up at my white house
You at home, tryna hit her phone, she got my wifebeater on as a nightgown

And I'm still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
I say I'm still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
That's cuz I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'

She full of that cheap vodka, bitch hairy like Chewbacca
She got the nerve to be boochie too? man, all these hoes do is gossip
Who'd you fuck for the red bottoms? I heard about you, you a head doctor
You just lookin' for a quick come up? I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins
I'm in a old school Dodge Charger, flyer than a Red Robbin
I got goons and I got goblins, I ball hard like Dennis Rodman
Niggas hatin' on me, what's the problem?
Is you mad cuz I run shit and y'all jogging
Is you mad, cuz I shake and bake Ricky Bobby
I'm a muthafuckin [?]
Comin' from a cut like a blind barber
When I drive by, my car look like a flyin' saucer
Still don't want your lady? She lucky if she even get a dime off me
It's crazy what my last 5G cost me
Sip lean in the mornin', never tried coffee
Fuck her once, kick her out, bitch, start walkin'
Gettin' paid in the bed like it's my office, that's cuz I'm

And I'm still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
I say I'm still gettin' money, still ridin' fly
Still poppin' bottles, still gettin' high
That's cuz I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'
I know, I know, I know you watchin'


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