Juicy J She Solve All Problems song lyrics

I ride in a Rolls

With Bullet proof Doors

One call to my goons

They invade your Home

I'm out here getting Money

I take care my Business

New rings on, Two chains on

I'm riding around and getting it

Nigga out here bumping gums like we ain't gone get em'

Nigga think we playing games till we catch him slipping

Get a tag on your toes, hope your casket fit ya

Yo mama crying in the church with yo baby sister

Fucking with that white girl, call her Taylor Swift

Put that pistol to yo face, you'll get a face lift

You keep talking, In yo own grave

Boy we shooting on sight, so you DOA

I got this black bitch, she a fine ass model

I like to squeeze her ass, I like to hear her holla

When my funds low, she'll go and get them dollars

What I love about her, She solve all problems

She solve all problems, She solve all problems

She solve all problems, She solve all problems

What I love about her, She solve all problems

She solve all problems, She solve all problems

Hundred rounds, no way I'm missing

Fuck a snitch We'll leave no witness

Now you sleeping with the fishes

Should of mind your fucking business

Straight up out the Three Six Mafia

Run up on ya, then pop ya

Have ya body missing for a hundred years, Jimmy Hoffa

All my niggas real, just dealers and killers

And you won't know who a killer, untill he kill ya

Don't Blame me, take a look in the mirror

You a bitch in the streets, but you gangster on Twitter

We got them guns, Memphis niggas call em' yoppers

When we pull them pistols out niggas wanna talk

You tough as King Kong when you with your partners

But they to busy running to even see who shot ya