[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Chasin' the money

[Verse 1]
You would not get in that car with me, don't want apology
Bitch, I'm a prodigy, said "Bitch, don't lie to me"
Stuffin' my Prada jeans, mama is proud of me
N***as wanna copy me, and it ain't no stoppin' me, yeah
Brrrt, uh
At your head with this bitch like a fitted
I'm clutchin' a fifty, or it be a switchy
It's never a Smitty
Don't show me no pity, bitch, show me your titties
When I'm in the city (Yeah)
Rockin' NUMBER (N)INE Mickey
I mix with Givenchy
She callin' me papi when I be up in it
My brothers they prayin' with they flag on 'em before they go spin it
Shit can get serious (Yeah)
This bitch said I'm broke, like bitch is you serious
Lil' bitch you dеlirious
I'm Lucifer' child when I look in the mirror
I'm off of this rеd, I got on my baguettes
Last year, I went and bought a Patek
This year, I went and bought a Piguet
I'm off the fuckin' Monnet Cognac, yeah
This bitch neck game worth my sex (Yeah)
I got a [?] out back
And I'm locked in with them Mexicans, cartel n***as will cut off your neck
And I'm thinkin' 'bout tradin' in the S560 for a fuckin' 'Vette
You tried to play wit' me last year, now your friend fuckin' me, that's what you get (Uh)
I just went Maybach on your pussy ass
I got them snakes in my grass, had to cut them off now I'm on they ass
Yeah, yeah
And I'm drivin' that car fast
I just spilled drank on my dash
Now this bitch a fuckin' red Maybach
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, I fuck with your pretty ass, I ain't mean to do you like that
I was in the field back doin' bad
Yeah, yeah
And I know I did that bad, baby, yeah, I know I got that cash
I'm finna take your ass to Saks (Saks, Saks)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I'm a big dog, give me that cat, I'll put thirty racks in you bae
Show you I fuck with you like that (Like that, like that)
Yeah, yeah
For these n***as tryna catch me down bad, Imma put that .45 on your ass (Grr, grr)
And we gon' do it just like that (Grr, grr)
Yeah, yeah
Know my diamonds in my mouth make that fuckin' pussy wet
And you know this shit ain't a stretch
Yeah, yeah
This shit pure, it's all fuckin' facts, like some cocaine or some crack, lil' bitch I told you I'm really that

[Chorus]
Yeah, I fuck with your pretty ass, I ain't mean to do you like that
I was in the field back doin' bad
Yeah, yeah
And I know I did that bad, baby, yeah, I know I got that cash
I'm finna take your ass to Saks (Saks)
Yeah, yeah