Letra da Música Money a do It de Juicy J

I will come creeping through your hood
With that gun on my waist
Tell me what's the procedure when that gun in your face
We didn't come for no talkin we just out here gettin money
Out here fucking these hoes my young ins servin them junkies
I got partnas that smoke, I got bitches that sniff
I got killas and goons, and they all with the shit
Send them boys to your home, if you play with my chips
They gon come in shoot them
Choppas bullet shoot through them bricks
Comin shoot up your house, come and spray up your whip
I need money my nigga, save them games for your bitch
Catch you out on the town, then you shit out of luck
I don't play in Milwaukee, but I been bout my buck, hol up

I see ya got some haters, yeah money a do it
Shawty do some stange for some change, yeah a money do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah money a do it
If I want it I'mma get it, I got money to do it

I see ya got some haters, yeah money a do it
Shawty do some stange for some change, yeah a money do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah money a do it
If I want it I'mma get it, I got money to do it

Take your bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy
Old school pimpin she ain't fuckin with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a fan on a ho
Watch me take her out the club
And drop some bands on that ho
(bandz a make her dance)
Buy that bitch a bag, buy that bitch some beans
I keep her caked up nigga that's a happy meal
Full of codeine in my styrofoam cup
I can turn a church girl into a stone cold slut
Bad red bone, puttin on the show
No I'm not gon wife her cuz she errbody ho
Fuckin with them broke niggas, so what is she thinkin?
Need to get your mind right, bitch
And come get these Franklins

I see ya got some haters, yeah money a do it
Shawty do some stange for some change, yeah a money do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah money a do it
If I want it I'mma get it, I got money to do it

Fuck niggas don't want to go to war
Got a Ak and a snub nose
Shut em up, he talkin shit
With a ski mask on, and I'm poppin shit
Kick in the door, and leave em dead
With a aim so precise, two shots to the head
One for the money, two for the Feds
Lord forgive, but I mean what I said
All in your house, and I'm looking for a dope
Cuz I got to get paid or else no hope
I'm Juicy J throwed with some Taylors on the boat
Best believe I'm a pimp, nigga ain't goin broke
Ride in the car with a body in the trunk
Three niggas deep, and we rollin up a blunt
Straight to Mississippi, sweatin off a pilly
Crazy as hell, you niggas gotta kill me
You niggas don't, wanna die, chest out, and they acting hard
Calico, and a 45, hollow tips, that pull apart
Keep it G, my G
Or you could meet your makers, body count stackin
I was in Jamaica, with alabis
I be flyin by bitin down I'm flying high
Hatin ass niggas gotta die
If they mad then I'mma let them try
I could kick a door, or I could snatch a nigga
My niggas ridin with me, and they yellin let's crack a nigga
North Memphis full strapped up with a tool
Police pulled me over I'mma play it cool
I ain't going to jail (no sir)
I shoot and I run, that's how a nigga post bail