Big Juice lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, yeah, yeah (Let the band play)
Hah, Big Moochie, yeah, yes, sir
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go

[Verse]
Diamonds on my neck, they boxin' (Diamonds on my neck)
Send shots, a n*gga weigh all this toxin (All this toxin)
James Harden, good with the rocket (Fah, flah)
Pull up to the trap and apply all the profit, yeah
Thot b*tch full of the Roxies (Thot b*tch)
Don't f*ck with n*ggas like I'm sworn with the Nazis, yeah
Bite my swag, they copy (Bite)
Post in the spot with a whole lot of boxes (Yes, sir)
Pull up in my hood, get it poppin', huh (Get it poppin')
Cook a lil' n*gga like hibachi (Hibachi)
New Prada kicks just cost me 1K, came a long way from Huaraches, yeah (Huaraches)
Worrisome ass b*tch keep callin' my phone, talkin' 'bout I got money, I got c*cky (b*tch)
I done got rich quick, now they throwin' big fits
Think I signed with Illuminati (Yes, sir)
This year, I'm plottin' on a 'Rari ('Rari)
f*ck that, might go'n and cop me a Bugatti (Skrrt, skrrt)
Lil' cuz just caught a body, huh (Body)
sh*ttin' on you n*ggas, hell nah, I'm not sorry (sh*ttin' on you n*ggas)
Four O's in the back, not talkin' Audi (Uh-uh)
Say one word, lil' cuz get rowdy
Gon' crash about Grape 'cause you know I got it
Left pocket blue cheese, right pocket salad
Dolce Gabbana, don't f*ck with no Ballys (Don't f*ck with Ballys)
Thick b*tch goldmine, flew her from Cali
Ooh-wee, look like a young Toni Braxton (Ooh)
Straight to the room, break her down like a fraction (Break her down)
Send this b*tch home, then she send me a package (Send this b*tch home)
Callin' my phone for exotic, I'm taxin' (Brrt)
Came from the Section 8, now it's a mansion (Section 8)
My b*tch, she saddity, my daughters, they fancy (Yeah)
I lost my n*ggas and I lost some money (Damn)
Damn near lost my mind, goddamn, I was f*cked up
Got patient with time and I stayed on the grind
b*tch, look at me now, goddamn, I done lucked up
Ridin' down Mendenhall with the n*gga's lil' b*tch, gettin' sucked up (Sucked up)
Yeah, she feelin' my style 'cause she see the young n*gga ballin' just like Bill Russell (Bill Russell)
With all these clusters
n*gga, I'm Bill Bellamy and you Buster (Buster)
Let sh*t burn on a n*gga like Usher (Usher)
Tell these f*ck n*ggas catch up, no mustard
Blow-Pop ass n*gga, all y'all suckers (Suckers)
Huggin' the block and I ran all my bucks up (Yeah)
f*ckin' with Big Moochie, know that you f*cked up
I got the juice 'round this b*tch, get you touched up
I got the juice 'round this b*tch, get you f*cked up (Yeah)
[Outro]
Hah, hah, yeah
Yeah, let's go
Yeah, yeah, yes, sir
Hey, hey, hey, Big Moochie