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Juvenile

"Money on the Couch"

[Verse 1]
I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me grams
My coke organization still infestin' the land
No joke, built my Mama an estate in the Bahamas
Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers
Hand, full of ice, a gangsta's paradise
Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for the glamourous life
Don P. for breakfast, Benz, stretches, and Lexus
Distribution of coke from Louisiana to Texas
Some fabricated, but fascinated by the way that I made it
Now my name is implicated with the greatest
Wearin' the latest, leather fatigues and B.B.H.,
Brand new Mercedes, parked in front of my new estate
Twelve o' clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate
Party with killas, paraphrenalia full of projects
Dope snorters or prospects, the rob your shop necks
But I gets p*ssed, and send hits, don't f*ck with my sh*t
Wig split, the heel, whoever he roll with
Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied to say somethin'
Nine's bustin', bringin' your platoon to destruction
Continue hustlin', givin' up nothin' where the dope at?
Crackers can get the bozack, because I'm pro Black
Banged up a foreigner, he wasn't holdin' up his side of his deal
Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner
I'm sure he would have gone before the judge
With somethin' concrete, to sink me, 'cause
He was holdin' a grudge, f*ckin' over a thug
Told my b*tch I want him dead
Bring me his head, fill him with lead
Heard what I said? Don't betray me
I'll put you on the streets and make you weak
Put carats and stones up on fingers and teeth
And built you a home next to the beach
And luxury cars we creep
Here's the nine, I don't have time, make it discreet

[Chorus]
Money on the couch, n*gga
Gimme everything up in your house, n*gga
Shut'cha mouth, n*gga
Put the money on the couch, n*gga
Gimme everything up in your house, n*gga
Shut'cha mouth, n*gga
Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth, n*gga

[Verse 2]
I know that my cousin Lil' Kerzaw
He sold up outta his backyard
And sold up sh*t, from the seventeen all the way up to the Ninth Ward
You know he rolls up in the caddy
It's about that time to go roasts and vogue
I'ma go on the passenger side, f*ckin' with every last ho
n*gga Russ was up in that car shop
Ready to get all the seats fixed
Let me go scope me a kneefit, so I can go out to the Freaknik
sh*t, I'm the lyrical genius
Drop down on your knees to the p*nis
The n*gga be talkin' the sh*t about my family, but I never did seen it
I'm larger than large, if you came home with two heroin charges
And I still got somethin' stashed in the garages
Y'all is petty, it's gone take two to fill my stamina
When I pass the camera, flash, f*ck the amateurs
Ya better be top notch, or I'ma c*ck my rhyme Glock
To wound ya, and paint your death with my autograph on your tumor

[Chorus]
Money on the couch, n*gga
Gimme everything up in your house, n*gga
Shut'cha mouth, n*gga
Put the money on the couch, n*gga
Gimme everything up in your house, n*gga
Shut'cha mouth, n*gga
Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth, n*gga

[Verse 3]
I'm straight from the ghetto, the Mag then went to Forshey
Then I left that spot and I went to the T, where the triflin' hoes play
They comin' to me and, they blowin' that funky fire
I'm drinking a beer and, them blunts be gettin' me higher
Due to my clique I walked to the front door
Hope it ain't them po-po's
I looked through the blinds, it went through my mind
"What I have to run for?"
Nobody would want to test me
Especially comin' to arrest me
Old body and soul, it's a must I leave you cold
Keep it chilly chilly, when I'm jigglin' jigglin' money
Some n*ggas say okay, but you can say no way
I'm drinkin' for honey
If I wouldn't be kickin' these rhymes so funky
You and your crew would never have bought my sh*t like junkies
A part of a "ki" is all that I need
To get on my feet, up outta the weed
The capital "C", I do it for weed, and even a "G" for slangin' them kis
I'm puttin' in it your face, Juvenile lookin' for a b*tch now
Don't have no time for no foreplay, I'm simply gonna lay this di*k down
n*ggas be comin' with dope lines
Gimme the chance I'ma flow mine
I'm tearin' this b*tch up in no time
No f*ckin' ya up 'cause you know I'm
Funky like a club that's filled up with fat men fartin'
And never a bad thought in my mind, 'cause I'm steadily plottin'

[Chorus]
Money on the couch, n*gga
Gimme everything up in your house, n*gga
Shut'cha mouth, n*gga
Put the money on the couch, n*gga
Gimme everything up in your house, n*gga
Shut'cha mouth, n*gga
Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth, n*gga

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