[Intro: Juicy J]
Hey baby
Trippy
Crypto
Trippy
Hey baby, get in

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Climbin' got the pounds in, send account through
Oh no! A ten, just go all in when they doubt you
I told nina, bae, I don't know where I would be without you
I told my money, bitch I fell in love when I found you
I know they want me dead but I'm still around
And if we ain't hit his head, we gon' spin around (bop bop bop bop bop bop)
And I know they can't stand me I send 'em down
Fuck her on the top floor at the penthouse then I send her down (you can have that)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Ey, let me talk my shit (Yessir)
Run Balenciaga runners let me walk my shit (walk it walk it)
I'm still trappin outsidе still check my drip (aha)
I don't talk, I just pull up with the check that's it (that's it!)
Plus I rеmind you, I can have them killers come and find you (do it!)
Steppin' up or make 'em push you back - watch they recline you (do it!)
If you in the trenches keep the you know what beside you (brap brap)
Say your face call good, swipe it - they decline you (hahaha...)
I'm like that, play with me and you won't get your life back (life back)
Yeah, fucked your girl and you can't get your wife back
Put your nose in my business I'mma wipe that
Try to work her, catch her flight back
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Climbin' got the pounds in, send account through
Oh no! A ten, just go all in when they doubt you
I told nina, bae, I don't know where I would be without you
I told my money, bitch I fell in love when I found you
I know they want me dead but I'm still around
And if we ain't hit his head, we gon' spin around (bop bop bop bop bop bop)
And I know they can't stand me I send 'em down
Fuck her on the top floor at the penthouse then I send her down (you can have that)

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Bitch I like the way that ass fit in that dress, now take it off
She put molly in her champagne she call it Ricky Ross (woah)
When she go banana and she suck it till' it's soft
She a certified throat goat I can't hardly walk ( [?] )
Gas all in my lungs, catch me in the Trump towers with a-Teanna Trump
Hoe, my whip so foreign it don't even need no trunk (no trunk)
This bitch ain't got acnee but she 'bout to take a bump
And it's like that (like that) , train coming to you on the right track
Both my pockets swollen, and may think I need a ice pack
Have a money fight, you gon' need to wave the white flag
You not getting money if you gotta' check the price tag

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Climbin' got the pounds in, send account through
Oh no! A ten, just go all in when they doubt you
I told nina, bae, I don't know where I would be without you
I told my money, bitch I fell in love when I found you
I know they want me dead but I'm still around
And if we ain't hit his head, we gon' spin around (bop bop bop bop bop bop)
And I know they can't stand me I send 'em down
Fuck her on the top floor at the penthouse then I send her down (you can have that)