Stop It Lyrics - Stay Trippy - Juicy J

I'm a tell you broke niggas something 

Listen 

Make money, no vacation 

Pay cash don't make payments 

Getting high like I'm eighteen 

But I've been rich since the late eighty's 

Backstage, naked ladies 

Poppin pills and swallowing babies 

Bad bitches ain't come to play 

She gon' give me head before I go on stage 

New car, a couple, a hundred 

Ain't nothin' I call it play money 

Bugatti, Ferrari, the Benz, the Bentley 

Juicy stay stuntin 

Street niggas, we packin them 2's 

Play with it, make action news 

Put some money on your head, you worth a stack or two 

Real nigga I'm 100, I stay leanin, I chase money 

Niggas out here savin hoes, niggas need to be savin money 

Made mine, can't take it from me 

Hit the club, I take your woman 

Take her home, get some head, wake up breakfast in bed 

Yeah nigga that's grits and eggs 

Rich bitch don't forget the bread 

Up and down that interstate 

I move weight, that's Jenny Craig 

I'm a fuck me a model, I'm a fuck me a model 

You only get to live one time, so I'm a fuck me a model 

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I make money all day then I ball with the profits 

Niggas hate on me, I tell em hatin' niggas stop it 

Go fuck with a bitch, get that becky then I'm gone 

Catch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong 

Catch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong 

Straight out of North niggas nigga 

20 years in 

Still rich and ain't gon stop getting rich 

Told you niggas I ain't never gonna stop getting money 

Let's get it 

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Bitch you ain't no killa 

And real niggas don't talk 

Start shit in this club 

It's going down in the parking lot 

Niggas get killed and then we ain't shedding no tears 

Niggas can't keep they mouth closed, judge give you them years 

Yo homie fuckin yo bitch 

And she ain't duckin yo cock 

Them noobies ain't holding you down 

And you call them niggas yo dogs 

They really out here hatin so stay strapped up like a tight 

They got guns, they got them rubies 

Except they not shootin blanks 

Pass straight them, broad daylight 

They don't care who lookin 

Young niggas got something to prove, niggas think he pushin 

Playin round in my hood and I'll smoke you like a swisha 

We don't care bout money and we don't play with them pistols 

I make money all day then I ball with the profits 

Niggas hate on me, I tell em hatin' niggas stop it 

Go fuck with a bitch, get that becky then I'm gone 

Catch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong 

Catch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong