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JUVENILE lyrics - Cocky & Confident

We Be Getting Money

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{Ju-Ju-Ju-Ju-Juvenile} [Intro: repeat 2X] I get plenty cheese, plenty plenty cheese [3X] Cheese {YEAHHHHH} BREAK!!! [Chorus: repeat 2X] While you niggaz steady talkin, we be gettin money 24/7 on the grizzy that's how we hustlin We be gettin money, we be gettin money We be gettin money over you we gettin money [Juvenile] I bleed lighter fluid, I'm on my barbecue So keep you guard up boy 'fore I bark at you I get plenty cheese, I'm a la macaroni I'm shittin on 'em like my money got a bladder on it Thug G hard, somewhere the gangster put a saddle on it Get rid of beef like a trunkload of cattle on me At America's Game, you missed the ceremony That bitch got papers on me, got me an alimony The mayor went and told the chief to put a handle on me Tourists visitin to see what's all the pandemony I parked the Benz, slang and win, they got the Phanton on me They tried to tune a nigga out, I changed the channel on me Bitches fallin in love, they burnin cameras on me Meanwhile these niggaz schemin and scammin on me Go 'head and hate, keep on runnin to what I carry on me I'm at the plate with the bat, I'm doin the Barry homey! [Chorus] [Shawty Lo] Gene Gene with the thing now it's buckwild Shoot a nigga, I ain't care, went to Juvenile When I came home, it was ninety-six Got a introduce, to the money bitch All I want is bread, now I'm hood rich Bankhead Shawty, let's do this Fuck it I'm so rich, so I bless my wrists A hundred carats, you silly rabbit I won't stop now, I had to elevate I'm a millionaire, and I ain't graduate I'm ballin up the boozy, I gotta stomach ache Don't ever wake up, yeah my life great [Chorus] They tried to tune a nigga out, I changed the channel on me [2X] [Dorrough] I'm somethin like a pimp, with a bitch to please From the hood so I'll take a bitch to Mickey D's I get plenty money, I get plenty cheese Livin life high since the first day I hit the weed Bought a Lambo, which now means I get to speed Never know what I'ma do they call me Mr. Trickysleeves Lil' momma out of line? I tell her hit the trees Krystal wanna spend the night I told her wait 'til Vickie leaves D-O-double-R, oh you can't forget G H-Town, D-Town, on my way to T-Town N.Y.C. me, watch me break a beat down Lose a bitch, grab a badder bitch off the rebound See a hater slide him, before my niggaz him Screamin money ain't a problem, watch me stick him up and rob him 24 cal, light weap' revolver Nigga try to come between the money that's a problem solver [Chorus] BREAK!!! [echoes]

100

IGGY AZALEA "The New Classic"
[Intro - Watch The Duck:] You ain't the type of lady that's known to fuck around Keep your mind on your money and you ain't looking to settle down Girl, you keep it 100, 100, 100 When you're round me Yeah, that's why I keep it 100, 100, 100 When you're round me Girl, when you come around me When you come around me Yeah, girl you keep it 100, 100, 100 when you're round me Girl, when you come around me [Verse 1 - Iggy Azalea:] Time to keep it 100, I'm a boss chick but he run it No Michael Kors just Tom Ford Saint Tropez, I'm like bonjour In Spain wearing that Balmain Lanvin, Givenchy On the top floor of that penthouse I got ten toads in that concrete Keep it G with the money, I ain't gotta lie about shit I don't need your money, I can buy my shit Heard in the streets that he fucked that bitch He know I'll put his ass out my shit Paid one million for that drop six and he got the Glock in my cockpit Them other chicks he get caught with I'm the bitch he gonna rock with They talk shit but we 'bout shit Fly Aussie on boss shit When he need to be, where he need to be I tell him "go on, it ain't no thing to me" Gotta hit that thing, bring that back Would you let me thumb through the check if you wanna get sexy You knew I was high class ass when you met me My money talk, it's too bad for y'all Y'all know which shorty's Joe Pesci I'm a fancy bitch but I'm ratchet Know every bitch you had ain't never had shit Respect that, I won't come around, no run around You better hold me down And the games, ain't gonna play none Keep it A1 since day one, yeah [Hook - Watch The Duck:] You ain't the type of lady that's known to fuck around Keep your mind on your money and you ain't looking to settle down Girl, you keep it 100, 100, 100 When you're round me Yeah, girl you keep it 100, 100, 100 when you're round me Girl, when you come around me [Verse 2 - Iggy Azalea:] Bank-Rolls'r'us, we got it You know how we ride No credit, no debit, no thanks My clique pay cash everything we buy See me walking by with my nose in the sky Make you be like "Damn bitch, can't say hi?" Then I hop in the drop and I wave goodbye As I drive through the tunnel looking like Lady Di Why stress myself when he not there? Let's see how he likes seeing me out there You know how many dudes want me out there? Just stop thinking about it You got no idea Don't try me man, you know I will Throw this brick through your wind shield Knife your nice new rover whip The fireplace? Your clothes in there If I know you two in there No asking what you doing there Imma send my crew in there You two gonna be ruined there You violate, I demonstrate Especially if I'm true to you And when I come around I keep it 100 as usual [Hook - Watch The Duck] [Bridge - Watch The Duck & Iggy Azalea:] 100, 100 as usual (When I come around I keep it 100 as usual)

Friend Or Foe

JAY-Z "Reasonable Doubt"
check one check two, you know what to do primo, cold crush when i give it to you friend or foe yo, state your biz ya tend to dough, ah , there it is me, i run the show, oh, and these kids don't like nobody commin around here fuckin wit they doe for shit you enterprisin though, and i like it but fuck with the big dogs though, i gotta bite ya, look, its out of my hands and you gettin money round here, its not in the plans so hop yo ass out of that van, head back to kansas i'm sendin niggas back up in campuses chance is slimmer than that chick in calvin klien pantses let me guess, they said it was money round here and the rest is me stoppin you from gettin it, correct sorry to hear that, my guess is you got work at the hotel i'll take care of that , you'll see, now please give me the room key you're twitchin, don't do that, you makin me nervous my crew, well, they do pack, them niggas is murderous so would ya, please put your hand back in sight they don't like to see me nervous you can understand that, right you draw, better be picasso, y'know the best cause if this is not so, ah, god bless you leave me no choice, i leave you no voice believe me son i hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see it done now calm your boys, cause i'm findin it a little hard to concentrate with all the noise get the point, i'll let ya go, before ya leave,i guess i aughta let you know, i need those keys and promise you never, no matter the weather evaevaevaevaevaevaevaevaeva come around here no mo'

The Adventures In Wonderland (Feat. Ursula Rucker)

THE ROOTS
[Ursula Rucker] Fuck.. kill.. and prosper is the gospel of Wonderland, where street sands, are quick.. to suck you down to the abyss with the lure of pure bliss if you kiss the dicks of the niggaz? Never.. Nosferatu's Those witches and warlocks in blue Government gumshoe, keepers of the First Zoo Who? .. Me? .. I'm the modern day vixen vampire slayer Unauthorized player, in the capitalist contest to see who 'Gets Money' No milk and honey, in this land cause justice has been banned So it's play dirty or die by the hand that's holding all the guns Plunged, deep into religion was my first decision To save me and my daughter's lives, but I can't thrive off spirit and scripture The picture grew clearer; I made the move to rear her in a life wanting for nothing so I got into this drug thing Not doing, but dealing Sealing fates and, healing struggle gaped, wounds of the doomed became my mission Izm was just too small time I had to find the best design to fuck with the massive motherfuckers minds, and pockets So I sold ? kits and, alleyway thigh splits for two bits and, five year old preschool pussy and, once strong now bony backs and stretched out weary racks of snatch, in other words.. .. I sold crack Morality was buried deep, beneath the new Jeep, silk sheets and money heaps Still the good mother, I sent my daughter off to boarding school to keep shit under cover All the while envisioning myself, a champion of ghetto causes plus his, game I was playing, and winning While sinning, against myself and soul to get the gold I was the Female Don, the Crack Queen To me I seemed unstoppable, my coffers full I went buckwild, wanting more like the pipe worn whores I began to deplore No time for playing with my coochie counting my man's mad lucci while he was up inside some hoochie's loose piece I signed the checks and, I counted out the cash Wasn't saving ass for no niggaz sent upriver I thought my shit was tight.. .. til my empire started to quiver Taking every chance, under surveillance, being listened to And watched, like Assata Shakur My place on the top was no more sure Loose lips flipped the script The fantasy trip, swiftly ended It took no time to blend in, with the population prison My jaded vision, busted like a cherry Every, dream I had, now tainted bad I fucked and, I killed, to prosper Upheld each tenant, of the ghastly gospel Shift to a different Wonderland to pay the price for my vice A land of fields to toil in like slaves No lillies in this field just plenty of souls to save Plenty of fat uniformed rats with below average size cocks that slither through cell locks, in the night Lactating tits being licked, left and right Plenty of coochie, burning with desire Like black churches in the South Black prayers and pussy on fire Penned up behind barbed wire Me and my fellow female mammals, animals Bitches in cages, bodies racked with hormone rages Minds haunted by our children's faces They mace us, with promises of rehabilitation slash corruption Place smoking guns in empty hands of, native sisters and sons I joined in this nation's favorite pasttime on a quest to gets mine Now I'm passing time standing on line in the commissary to buy Maxi-Pads instead of shopping at Barney's for Chanel bags Nana who raised me, went to bed a-dazed via my mistakes, and my daughter hates me for what I did And I'm FUCKED.. and I'm STUCK Doing the Devil's bid Being locked in a moral corrupt crib Psst.. missing my kid.. psst.. hey girl, you wanna get finger fucked tonight? I swear I'll stick it in and up tight just right Yo sis.. I've had to kill and shit Just blow my head pretty and I'll give you a slip ALRIGHT LADIES, LIGHTS OUT

IGGY SZN

IGGY AZALEA "Reclassified"
(Hey hey, wait, could you hold on? Hold on...) [Pre-Chorus:] Everywhere I go they say it's Iggy Season Til I get what I want, baby I ain't leavin' Everytime I go out everybody wanna show me I just see a girl in the mirror, told her: "you the reason" [Chorus:] Simmer down bitch, it's Iggy Season Simmer down bitch, it's Iggy Season I ain't worried 'bout shit, it's Iggy Season Bad bitches scream YAAAAAASSSSSSSS It's Iggy Season Every man needs some Azalea You want it, you do what I tell ya You play on my team and get a ring back You don't, you gon' end up a failure I look like a fantasy, your wifey mad at me Just cause hubby is a fan of me you understandin' me? (mm) So skip the talking baby, we too busy ballin' baby Pedal to the metal and my engine never stallin' baby Bitches gon' hate, while the critics critique I pay they no mind whenever they speak What they make a year, I can make in a week I know you can't stand it just get you a seat See the sky be the limit when you dealin' with me I'm stuntin' this hard, and I ain't even reached my peak I just get money to spend it, let the cycle repeat I'm feeling like I got this world on my feet Hm, Iggz [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus] (Go Iggy Go Iggy Go Iggy Go Iggy Go...) You ain't down to make a purchase, tell me what's your purpose? Go out and play somewhere the grown folks busy workin' Iggy independent with it, they know that for a certain You be on the internet, thirsty, prolly worse in person Down payment for a car, I dropped that on a Birkin You don't sit in VIP 'cause you ain't no important person The money wrapped around my mind like a turban Iggy got them pop titties but that ass on that urban If I told you what I'm worth, you would throw up So have my money on time before I show up I'm drinking PJ on a PJ in my PJs Thinking money 25/8, no free days If your girl dumb body, I recruit them They ask me who you do it for, me say they youth them Damn right, I like the life I live Who else you know that slay like Iggz You lil'... (bitch) [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus] Drop down on 'em, bring 'em back up Iggy Igg in the building, call for backup See I don't want nothing but them stacks So if you see a bad bitch, point her out, where she at doe? Now clap, clap, clap, clap it on 'em Now clap, clap, clap, clap it on 'em So we don't wanna never turn down So go ahead and get ratchet on [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus]

The Symbol

ACTION BRONSON "Rare Chandeliers"
Yeah, fucking throw up on the floor shit Get the cleaning lady My bad! Hey yo! [Verse 1:] In only one year, considered as a veteran Top of the line, the whip look like tropical lime Off the boat, cousin, Glock by the spine Do a murder seven thirty, then they flying at nine Shit! Handspring half twist into the Buick You say you're doing shit but never do it I say I'm doing shit and then I do it Never going back to work in labor Fuck that your little chain, you better tuck that Uh, vultures flying over the carcass Bitches blowing on my dick like a cartridge Throw some grass up, aim a little east of the target My brain was sculpted at Harvard Never mention all the crime I been a part of Serve like Ivan Lendl up in the rental The cheese been assembled They receiving health benefits and dental The lamb was laced with fennel Left hand then shift the right foot touched the pedal! [Hook:] From now on I'm just the symbol Hundred dollar drugs smoke at the window Paper plates, I never had a license Could always cash, we're smoking spices Triple lindsey out the Jeep, land into a splint Get up in the spin, doggie, I'm the shit! You're staying broke, like Maury with the hip Huh, catch me on Maury with my bitch Fuck with me! [Verse 2:] The whip gymnast Jump out the car into the river Don't splash on the dive Straightforward money, cash on the side If you catch him I want that bastard alive My bitch's ass is like an apple You bitches see me look astonished Your boy is ill with the phonics Since Gary Payton had the pill for the Sonics You're still a novice And to be brutally honest, your shit is garbage! Dog, I've been a scholar My shoes are still alive from Lake Victoria Fuck the order up, leave you stretched in the corridor I got my aura up, hoes that drive me in foreign truck (dykes) One is riding me, the other one is rolling up (weed) Pray to science they don't pull me over If they do, then the fun is over Whether young or older, motherfucker's been a musket holder Just sprinkle cheese on top of me, and let it get crusted over! [Hook] Fuck with me! [repeated throughout]

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