[Verse 1: Rozz Dyliams]
Gangsta raggin shawty swinging through alphabet district
Two phone chirping Dylan yurpin' what the business
Blackout shawty from the 6-0-4 and shawty scrippin'
She adorable and witted
Twerking, working, clockin' digits
And she with it, really with the business
Independent hoggin mission
Little women, Louisa May Alcott, she got that prescription
Wishing I was closer, she got racks up in her sofa
So I'm spitting with this junta
When you want me to come over
Break it down just like a TEC and chop it up just like a boulder
Can I marry you and carry you to somewhere even colder?
Cuz the game is to be sold and shared with who you loved what I was told
I'm macking, savin' savage, always got u wrapped up in my coat
Woah
Swanging, coming down
I need some company
Swanging, coming down
You got something I need
Swanging, coming down
I can give you what you need
Swanging, coming down
Will you fall in love with me?
[Hook]
Got the juice, got the work
Got the juice, got the work
Got the juice, got the work
Got the juice, got the work
Put the juice with the work
Put the juice with the work
Put the juice with the work
Put the juice with the work

[CRIMEWAVE]
Ayy, juice with the work
Smack a bitch, make it hurt
I got guts, no net bitch you know I got berserk
Ay I ain't feeling good unless I hear that fucking chirp
Nextel on my belt, on the hunt, got alert
Hey Percs on my line bitch we work like a nerd
Its absurd how we always be ahead of the curb
Ay I don't like no (?) hoes bitch that is preferred
Ayy chicken head on me like its bird is the word ay
These women pussy they pacifists
Up on the beat I'm attacking it
Horns on my head like I'm Bathory
Its just me I'm an antagonist
Drop off my Glock on the blocc hit that drug walk
Cyber bully on the net I don't do no thug talk
I got that juice
He got that work (x12)