What Juicy say? He be like
Shut the fuck up!
Yeah, yeah, hahaha
King
I got immaculate vision, no cataracts in my pupils
Dont understand my decisions so I dont need your approval
Im a motherfuckin villain just like you see in the movie
But Im still a motherfuckin hero, stay lowkey like casino
In the weave of the cee-lo, pocket full of them C-notes
Backwood full of that primo, bad bitches drinkin on Pino
And margarita, bikinis, in different cities you seen it
With bitches thick as Serena, lick it, yssup dna nisep
I see the line between em, man, they aint actin a genius
Fill up arenas, promoters, we take thеy ass to a cleaners
Two decadеs straight, a hundred shows, a hundred K at the gate
A night, a piece, capisce? Bread bigger than me 
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real niggas move things on private planes
I said you lookin for me, I be suckin, duckin yo lil bitch ass
Lookin for me, I be suckin, duckin yo lil bitch ass
Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
Shinnin like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach
Prey on the weak? Never, Ima find a way to stay on my feet
Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll
Man, I been beefin with my daughter, man, Im dealin with shit
And a lot of my niggas contemplatin, goin killin some shit
I put my bitch out like Im Martin, in my feelings and shit
Nother day of the dope boy, hunnid million legit, okay
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real niggas move things on a private plane
And you know I was trappin, workin at an early age
Count my money, multiply, hurry, bag it up and buy it
Sixty-five with the iron, on the highway, blowin big gas
Lookin for me, I been suckin, duckin yo lil bitch ass
Fuck up, I am handling my own motherfuckin business
And drama, we aint goin back and forth bout the riff raff
Nigga talkin, nigga big cap, I wont listen to em
They get kidnapped back when nobody pay the ransom for em
Aint never been a pawn, always been a king
And I aint never gave a damn what a nigga think, fuck em
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real, niggas move things on private planes
I said you lookin for me, I be suckin, duckin yo lil bitch ass
Lookin for me, I be suckin, duckin yo lil bitch ass
Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
Shinnin like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach
Prey on the weak? Never, Ima find a way to stay on my feet
Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll