I got the money I got the juice then I save it for the trops but the cops came along then it was bummer took u to a coma just to feed u romance with the circumstance did u even circumsice your head in a box its my Christmas present I'm that naughty little kid in your neighborhood I drop charcoal in your chimney just to prove a point that I rolled a joint I saw flame right before me saw those niggas trapping hard it was a shame just put it in my crib I'll take you to a trip you drink lin when you go to the battle cause u get nervous on purpose those niggas drove in my Bentley then they false claimed its their car I don't hold grudges,nudges,fudges I got the money I got the juice Your bitches are loose I got the money I got the juice its my goose