Juicy J - Film (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Ft. Future, Boosie Badazz & G.O.D.

(Intro)

Young Chop on the beat

Ay, ay, ay

FreeBandz

DJ Felli Fel

Future

Young Chop

808 Mafia

G.O.D

Film remix baby, let's get it

(Hook x2: Future)

Ya want to make a film, film, film

It is what it is, is, yeah

We want to make a film, film, film

Any haters we can't see em', see em', yeah

(Verse: Juicy J)

I'm bout' to make a movie: Wolf of wall Street

Coke on the pussy while she suckin' off me

Got a couple jump offs in the lobby

Pints of the Act with the blue Frosties

High as a bitch how the fuck I get here?

All I remember was shots of that clear

Her hand in my lap, my mind in on my M's

She jocking my whip so we fuck in my Benz

Whole pound of that loud... is what I be smoking

Ya niggas be pushing the start

I tell my driver to take the month off

Google bitch! I got whips that can drive themselves

Pull out right beside ya

Hanging out the window like Macgyver

There won't be no survivors

Then I fly back to the island to finish my drink

I got models everywhere

Tryin' to swallow everywhere and get fucked in the face

I turn the cameras on what ya niggas would think

Ya fall in luv with that hoe on the ground

I throw orgies with bitches with Oscars

Maybe a Grammy

Ya niggas watch how I live

Ya niggas is naggy, film

(Hook x2)

(Verse 2: Boosie Badazz)

Lights, camera, action, oh

We can turn up in here baby

My name is Torrence Hatch

I make these hoes go crazy

Big money boss shit better pay me

I'm really like one of the greatest

I flip and cut their potato's

She speak now, eat dick later

Get on that dick like a DJ

Scratch, scratch on the four five freeway

Watching N.W.A

She say she won't suck some dick for Eazy

Do it to me slow girl

Me and my niggas ya wouldn't catch on the floor girl

Suck it like a broke girl

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Niggas on IG stalking

Watching they bitch like a hawk

Do yo bitch location right now nigga

Yo bitch at my home and a way, way back

Big curvin' in a way, way Cad

Rico and Mimi, we could be that

Ray J and Kim K! We could make that!

(Hook x2)

(Verse 3: G.O.D)

It's G.O.D! G.O.D, G.O.D, G.O.D, G.O.D, G.O.D

Bottles to the film like Spike Lee

But I can neva do the right thing

I be in the hood like a white tee

And I got coco like icin'

Man ice, not a fan with yo wifey

But I'm all about a check like Nike

Nigga hot got my wrists all icy

Shooter out then sheddar to the ikea

I am the one in the mask

Slidin' on ya and yo mans

Yo other bitch ya don't have a chance

Ya can't get out of the jam

My bodies be ova bands

Ya do this shit for the fans

Ya do this shit for the fame

I'm in the kitchen with grams

I'm tryin' to whip me a raise

I'm tryna hit me a stain

Uh, slide thru' the hood with no tan

Uh, hoes on the block can get banned

My cup got me muddy, my rent

My blunt got me more than yo bitch

That bitch could help me get rich

I know this desire more pimp

I'm tryin' to shoot me a film

2Pac, I'm ova the whim

(Hook x2)

(Outro)

Shout out to my nigga DJ BayBay

Yeah hoe, Yeah hoe, Yeah hoe