Jeffrey lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD & Mike P]
What you on, Mike P?
What you on?
sh*t
Money on me
Hunnid on me (Hunnid)
Money on me (Hunnid, hunnid)
I'm out of your league (Ayy)
Out of your league (Hunnid, hunnid, yo, hey, brrp, brrp, brrp, skrrt)

[Chorus]
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She asked me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich n*gga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey

[Verse 1]
No Dahmer, I'm a problem
You a goon, cool, I got goblins
f*ck with me, make you leak like a faucet
Mix the liquor up, skrrt, now I'm nauseous
I don't sip the lean
Used to love codeine 'cause I love to dream
Now I mix Henny with the Rémy 'cause I love to drink (Yeah)
And I don't love to think (Yeah)
Feel like I'm finna puke (Up)
Can't do it on the mink, mink
Money on the way, what is the hold up, hold up?
I can't drive, still hit a donut
Nineteen, multi-millionaire
Ain't no lookin' back, all that broke sh*t dead
[Chorus]
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She asked me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich n*gga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey

[Verse 2]
I get drunk and act a fool
If you want a altercation, put you on the news
With the channel crew
They know I be makin' moves
W Gang, I can't never lose like your boyfriend
I can never be a fool like your boyfriend
He a b*tch n*gga, I went to school with your boyfriend
Real as hell, I can't front my move like your boyfriend
Next thing you know, she want me to be her boyfriend (Friend)

[Bridge]
That's how that sh*t go
She do coke, I gotta make it snow
Pull up with the pole like, "Who want smoke?"
L-O-L to the bank, richer than a joke
[Chorus]
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She asked me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich n*gga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey