Juicy J - Stop It Lyrics
[Intro:]Ima tell you broke n-ggas somethingListen[Verse 1:]Make money, no vacationPay cash don't make paymentsGetting high like I'm eighteenBut I've been rich since the late eightiesBackstage, ***** ladiesPoppin pills and swallowing babiesBad *****es ain't come to playShe gon' give me head before I go on stageNew car, a couple, a hundredAin't nothin' I call it play moneyBugatti, Ferrari, the Benz, the BentleyJuicy stay stuntinStreet n-ggas, we packin them 2'sPlay with it, make action newsPut some money on your head, you worth a stack or twoReal n-gga I'm 100, I stay leanin, I chase moneyN-ggas out here savin hoes, n-ggas need to be savin moneyMade mine, can't take it from meHit the club, I take your womanTake her home, get some head, wake up breakfast in bedYeah n-gga that's grits and eggsRich ***** don't forget the breadUp and down that interstateI move weight, that's Jenny CraigIma f-ck me a model, ima f-ck me a modelYou only get to live one time, so ima f-ck me a model[Hook:]I make money all day then I ball with the profitsN-ggas hate on me, I tell em hatin' n-ggas stop itGo f-ck with a *****, get that becky then I'm goneCatch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong (x2)[Interlude:]Straight out of north Memphis n-gga20 years inStill rich and ain’t gon stop getting richTold you n-ggas I ain’t never gonna stop getting moneyLet’s get it[Verse 2:]***** you ain’t no killaAnd real n-ggas don’t talkStart shit in this clubIt’s going down in the parking lotN-ggas get killed and then we ain’t shedding no tearsN-ggas can’t keep they mouth closed, judge give you them yearsYo homie f-ckin yo *****And she ain't acceptin' your callsThem n-ggas ain't holding you downAnd you call them n-ggas yo dogsThey really out here hatin so stay strapped up like a tankThey got guns they got in moviesExcept they not shootin' blanksPass straight them, broad daylightThey don’t care who lookinYoung n-ggas got something to prove, n-ggas think he pushinPlayin' round in my hood and I’ll smoke you like a swishaWe don’t play bout money and we don’t play with them pistols[Hook]I make money all day then I ball with the profitsN-ggas hate on me, I tell em hatin' n-ggas stop itGo f-ck with a *****, get that becky then I'm goneCatch me on that loud pack, blowin on this strong (x2)
