Ft. Future

(Hook x2)
Ya want to make a film, film, film
It is what it is, is, is
We want to make a film, film, film
Any haters we can't see 'em, see 'em, see 'em

(Verse)
I been lookin' at ya, behind my hater blockas
Louis Vuitton when I spot ya, bodies drop when I drop ya
Turn a club into a opera, we keep bottles next to em choppas
Ain't no time to talk about record deals cuz I'm not signin' ya niggas
And all the haters like, Juicy J got the whole section
And all these bitches they ain't lookin' my direction
Thats right my nigga middle finger to the undercover ova
There wearing that sweater, our phone snappin' pictures
Yo wife & yo daughter in the club drinkin'
My goons don't care bout nothin'
Turn cameras on fo' the money to land on sumethin'
Nigga I run this, Memphis, Tennessee from the gutta
Diamonds all in my chain, baddest bitch give me brain
V.I.P., high as fuck ya need binoculars to see us

(Hook x2)

(Verse 2)
She's yo wife when she get home, get it to my crib now shes my actress
Get 'er on the jet watch 'er throw that ass backwards
Hit it from the back & she luv it that I slap it
Lights camera action watch it get nasty
Freaky like Aliyah, Bad-ina Hannah Jackson
Camcorder on put the shit on Netflix
Bring on the next chick need more hoes to casting
Face like Hallie Barry, must have a bar sequel
We finna try more thangs
That pussy so good, it keep Juicy J comin' back like a time machine
I give it to 'er till she tap out, watch 'er leg shake, blow the back out
And when I'm done wit the pussy I mash out to the strip club, throw the cash out
I'm takin' girls home then I penetrate
Tell 'er bring 'er friends I illuminate 'er
And I ain't even fuckin' these chicks raw
I keep it wrapped up like _____(?) paper
This Louis V is alligator, Rolex in refrigerator
Ya ain't no nigga that's ice cold, nigga
Got yo ho nigga and she wanna make a film

(Hook x2)

(Outro x2)
Who ya know blow cash like me
Who ya know got swag like me
Who ya know get trippy like me
Who ya know fuckin' bitches like me