Money War lyrics

[Intro: G Herbo & Juice WRLD]
(Lil' Mexico, yeah, ayy, yo, Mexico, uh-huh)
Motherf*cker (Uh, huh-huh)
We, we in New York, we just went fresh out of the plane
It's 253 on foenem
(b*tch, huh-huh)
(b*tch, huh-huh, DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)
(I got what you want)

[Verse 1: G Herbo & Juice WRLD]
Call me big G Herbo, Swerve for short (Uh-huh, for short)
Keep my car in sport (My car in sport)
And I ball, yeah, I ball, like I got home court, b*tch
I'm 'bout family, money, and sh*t, and that's in that order (In that order)
Bought a Rollie, look like my sh*t been sittin' in that water (In that water)
Look at my neck, a quarter milli' (Quart')
I'll f*ck your wife and daughter, silly (Uh-huh)
Throwin' up B's like I'm Billy (Billy)
Fire your block up, pop a wheelie, skrrt (Skrrt)
n*gga, let's have a money war (Oh)
Can't go to work, you ain't got no money (Work)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
b*tch, my money worth (Uh-huh)
I earn my stripe like Adidas (Uh-huh)
Five-hundred K for a feature (Uh-huh)
I probably could f*ck on my teacher
I hit from the back on the bleachers
Yeah, she f*cked Swerve (Swerve), f*ck-n*gga need work (Need work)
She suck 'til the knees hurt (She go), big gun with a three burst (Grrah, go)
Huh, there he go, sh*t, grab the heater
.223s got him hot like a fever
Oh my God, I'm her God, she a believer (Uh)
Yeah, she go all the way, yeah, set it up, call the play, yeah
Thirteen for the Chanel (Woo), she f*cked me for that Chanel (f*cked for Chanel)
Hundred bands left in the duffel still
Get in our way, we shoot to kill
I been gettin' buckets, no pales, b*tch, I'm rich as hell
Let's have a money war, for Benjamin, I kill
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
For Benjamin, I kill, Benjamin, I kill
Let's have a money war, Benjamin, I kill
Benjamin, I kill, Benjamin, I kill
Let's have a money war, Benjamin, I kill

[Verse 3: G Herbo & Juice WRLD]
And for that money, I will (I will)
Never committed f*ck sh*t, everything I did for you real (Ayy)
Hand on the hood with no deal, for real
My n*ggas been out makin' sales, as well
On my di*k when I'm pullin' out whips, was ill
Only did disappear when sh*t was real
f*ck a n*gga, blow his brains out, I'm sick as hell (Uh)
This sh*t could kill, like sick as hell (Uh)
Go to sleep, wake up, bricks sell (Uh)
n*gga, why you hatin'? I wish you well (Uh)
You hustle like me? These n*ggas hell (Uh)
Buy some more 'Woods, these b*tches stale (Uh)
Eatin' whole lobsters with the tails (Uh)
b*tches givin' head out with the tales (Uh-huh)
Glowed up, head out, with some L's
Get some shells (Uh, baow)
Hard bodies with me, all you n*ggas is frail
n*ggas got some homi's with me, catch a body or three
Like three or four, my n*ggas got milli's, now we wildin' OT (Ayy)
All in the street, we ain't low-key
Put a n*gga ten, minus four feet (Uh-huh)
Heard somebody said "well no pistols in here" but my homie disagreed 'cause he know me (Uh)
Take an L to the chin, you know me (Uh)
But all due is red 'cause it's so easy (Uh-huh)
Told Juice, "Slow down," makin' pints disappear, act like he been drinkin' before Weezy (Ayy)
[Outro: Juice WRLD & G Herbo]
b*tch, uh-huh (b*tch, b*tch)
Uh, huh, huh (b*tch)
Uh (b*tch)
b*tch
Park that b*tch up in a garage (Ayy)
Park that b*tch up in a garage (Uh, haha, oh sh*t, hahaha)