Premo Rice
Pinky Ring Shit
[Verse 1]
She gon' lose count (Count), she gon' lose count (Count)
You can't touch my money, baby, you gon' lose count (Hey)
Made a quick flip (Flip) off a stank bitch (Bitch)
Made the lane switch (Switch) off of Cambridge
Bitch, I ball like Camron (Uh) in the Hamptons (Uh)
With these wrist-sluts, yeah, they makin' backs bend (Bend)
Diesel Shaq them (Slam), pimpin' back then (Dang)
Fuck your club up, keep my shit on backspin
Man, I'm here for fat butts (Hey), smellin' like must (Hey)
Bitches go nuts when I raise my pimp cup
Tell the DJ, "Give me (Me), DJ, give me (Me)
Sucka shit free, playa, don't be fifty"
Man, I got your club lit (Lit), Dapper Dan fit (Fit)
Bitches on dicks, 'cause I'm droppin' mack hits
This that pinky ring shit (Pimp), pinky ring shit (Pimp)
Whippin' straight crack, cook it up like hot grits

[Chorus]
Who got that juice, playa? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice, playa? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice, playa? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice? Hold up, run that motherfuckin' beat
Who got that juice?
[Verse 2]
I'ma soul tap, want your whole back, cost a rack
Roll a whole sack, got a whole pack, super smacked
I'ma take trips, you gon' take dick, take pics
Of this freak bitch, she a freaknik, sneak tip
Pink ring shit (Church), pinky ring shit (Church)
Let this ho shine, lookin' like some bright piss (Woo!)
She gon' like this (Hey), try to swipe this (Nah)
But ain't shit sweet, bitch, you might get Tyson
Okay, now, booty's keep droppin' (Droppin'), bottles keep poppin' (Poppin')
Ho, I'm super rare, don't you dare bring up no sparklers (Bitch)
I'm a dog barkin' (Barkin') in a Dodge parkin' (Skrrt!)
Goin' at a bitch, "'Scuse me, ho, I beg your pardon?"
Okay, now, I'm a slick talker (Talker), silky smooth walker (Walker)
Bitch play with my balls like a Harlem Globetrotter (Damn)
This that pinky ring shit (Church), pinky ring shit (Church)
Whippin' straight crack, cook it up like hot grits

[Chorus]
Who got that juice, playa? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice, playa? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice, playa? Raise your cups up
Who got that juice? Hold up, run that motherfuckin' beat
Who got that juice?