Juicy J In the Stars song lyrics

Play me some pimpin', man

Uh, hundred thousand for the car, uh

Smokin' weed, I'm in the stars, uh

Just bought it, now I need a Porsche, uh

Juicy geeked up off them bars

Smokin' weed, I'm in the stars Taylor Gang in the strip club, ballin' out

If you see a pussy nigga, gon' call 'em out

My Bugatti outside, that's real money

I got niggas in my circle that'll kill for me

I take your life savings, spend it on a watch

Made an anthem for them strippers, put it on the charts

Pass that Grey Poupon, rich nigga talk

Gettin' that white folk money, what the fuck you thought?

Hell nah, I ain't shit

Ain't no broad I can't hit

Ain't no weed I haven't smoked

Ain't no car I can't get

Ain't nowhere I haven't gone

No kind of rack I haven't spent

If you ain't gon' blow it all, why the fuck you have it then?

I make your bitch pay for the zip

I let your bitch swallow my dick

I let your ho ride in my car

I took that bitch straight to the stall

I took that bitch down to my greenhouse

And let the ho leave with a jar

I let the bitch open my rap book, and watched her sniff a bar

Man, I'm high as a fool, man

You know what it is

You know I always get this money!

24/7 grind, bruh

So, uh, let these hoes know

They get more bread

More rides

Going to the mall

And buying everything, all big-faced bills

We gon' do that shit high as fuck

So damn fucked up

We gon' call your bitch, nigga