Juicy J - Oh Well (Remix) lyrics
rate me(ft Tity Boi 2 Chainz)
Chorus:
Fucking with my cheese that come with beef like…
Whillin in the club, give us room like hotels
And I’m pimping ho's so you better catch this ho sale
Haters wishing that I fall off, oh well!
I used to ride chevy's now its bentley coupes and maybacks
Form the dirty South, fresh and clean like some A' jacks
Back when I was broke all these ho's thought I was ugly
Now my money long and all these ho's sluty
Let’s go make a movie, I do my own stunts
My money like bubbles, now watch me blow a hundred
A whole lot of drugs and some freaky snow bunnies
With I love Juicy J tatted on they stomach
Let’s go hit the town, smoke some Cush and get trippy
Trying to get high enough to do a song with Biggie
Straight from Hollywood to Hollywood North Memphis
And what’s the point of being rich if you can’t spend it
Chorus: (x2)
Fucking with my cheese that come with beef like…
Whillin in the club, give us room like in hotels
And I’m pimping ho's so you better catch this ho sale
Haters wishing that I fall off, oh well!
Aka 47, with a shoulder brace
First I poke your girl and hit her with that poker face
So many cars in my garage ain’t no walking space.
Bitch, I’m so high I feel like I can walk in space
Just ordered me a car dat got a bed in it
When I get it, I’mma fucking get head in it
Ask me, do I get it?
You can see it, can’t you?
When your girl leave me I bet her knees atchy
I bet her throat scratchy I bet she call a taxi
You know i kill the pussy, toe tag it
And I’m always on time, but my roof absent
2 Chainz charm bigger than a Volkswagoon
Chorus: (x2)
Fucking with my cheese that come with beef like…
Whillin in the club, give us room like in hotels
And I’m pimping ho's so you better catch this ho sale
Haters wishing that I fall off, oh well!
I see why niggas out here hatin me
Got dat Stevie Wonder money they'd never see
Whipping three six days in a Lamborghini
With a couple dirty sprites poppin beans man
I don’t handcuff ho's and make her my bride
Just take ‘em to the tele put my dick inside
Thirty stack for a gig, my pockets fat as a pig
Thirty inches on a whip sit high like a rig
I got more bitches than a dog catcher
And that Bill Gates bread is what i'm chasin after
Breitling watch with the diamonds is a ho grabber
And I stay space ship high I don't need NASA
Chorus: (x2)
Fucking with my cheese that come with beef like…
Whillin in the club, give us room like in hotels
And I’m pimping ho's so you better catch this ho sale
Haters wishing that I fall off, oh well!
Thanks to Bizalla21 for correcting these lyrics
