I Got - Young Nudy, Juicy J

Yeah, nigga, you hear them mothafuckin' rubies, man, you know what I’m sayin,

hittin' up against each other nigga

Yeah man, just bought a couple of houses right there man

In Beverly Hills nigga

Yeah, we ain’t worried 'bout the past mane, we move forward mane

You know what I’m sayin', new money, new hoes, new bags

You get it, ya' dig?

Hangin' with my dawgs bloody red

Cat, meow, hell on these niggas, cat

I got racks, big racks boy yo' racks

Your racks lil' as hell, my racks look like a shoe-case

I got, AK

Try to play, (pow pow pow), all day, I don’t get no sleep

Molly got me geeked, AK-47, .223

And I got them P, I will shoot you straight up off yo' feet

Fuck around and run it up

All these rappers runnin' funny as fuck

I been gettin' bigger bucks

All y’all niggas lame as fuck

Y’all niggas ain’t nun' like us

Nigga wanna be us

Not part of the bemula nigga

Nun' of you niggas are shooters, nigga

We pull up and nigga we do you nigga

Aim in medulla nigga

Knock that motherfucker off, man down, yeah Medusa nigga

Flexin', ballin', pussy niggas

I would hate to be one of you broke ass niggas

Damn you make me laugh

Walk around with a lot of damn cash

$ 30,000 in my fuckin' pants

.30 make my fuckin' pants sag

I know you mad, I am not

Pull up in that hellcat, poppin' shots

Hangin' with my dawgs bloody red

Cat, meow, hell on these niggas, cat

I got racks, big racks boy yo' racks

Your racks lil' as hell, my racks look like a shoe-case

I got, AK

Try to play, (pow pow pow), all day, I don’t get no sleep

Molly got me geeked, AK-47, .223

And I got them P, I will shoot you straight up off yo' feet

Okay it’s juice man, I’m off two xans'

My blunt mixed with two strands

My cup worth 'bout two bands

Nigga what you doin'

Coonin' and buffoonin', I got all these bitches choosin'

I got basketball money bitch and I ain’t even hoopin'

And I got, big racks on me

Bitch, I’m loaded

Rubber bands, business, can’t fold it

Bitch, bust it open

Take a snap and post it

I’m in the Mulsanne, ho, smokin' dope

Hangin' with my dawgs bloody red

Cat, meow, hell on these niggas, cat

I got racks, big racks boy yo' racks

Your racks lil' as hell, my racks look like a shoe-case

I got, AK

Try to play, (pow pow pow), all day, I don’t get no sleep

Molly got me geeked, AK-47, .223

And I got them P, I will shoot you straight up off yo' feet