Juice lyrics

[Intro: $CRIM & Producer Tag]
This a $crim beat
$crim, Fat Fat, G*59
b*tch so cute, boy I got that juice
Work, work!

[Hook: $CRIM]
b*tch so cute, boy I got that juice (Hoo!)
b*tch so cute, boy I got that juice (Work!)
b*tch so cute, boy I got that juice (Woop!)
b*tch so cute, boy I got that juice (Aah!)

[Verse 1: $CRIM]
Dirty money tucked up in my shoe (Shoe!)
Funny thing is that it came from you (You!)
Tryna to ball, homie that's the truth (Truth!)
Tryna to ball, my pops said "Cool" (Woop!)
f*cked your girl, and your sister too (Dat right!)
I know what you need to do (Uh-huh!)
Kill yourself homie, jump off a roof (Buh-bah!)
I'm lit, you mad that they ain't notice you (Aah!)
G*59, boy we got that juice (Rep it!)
I'm makin' moves flexin' with my crew (Crew!)
They poppin' mollies, hear 'em screamin' "Woop!" (Woop! Woop!)
Start the shootin' homie, boom boom boom boom boom (Rrah!)
Cross 'em up, like I'm on the [?]
[?] to the money, all you hear is "Ooh!" (Work!)
I see these haters tryna to stop me
Hurt they feelings 'cause I'm grindin' (Woop!)
And they ain't notice you (Aah!)
[Hook: $CRIM & Christian Radke]
b*tch so cute, boy I got that juice (Hoo!)
b*tch so cute, boy I got that juice (Yeah! Work!)
b*tch so cute, boy I got that juice (Woop!)
b*tch so cute, boy I got that juice (And it's your boy, Christian Radke, yeah) (Aah!)

[Verse 2: Christian Radke]
Pop-pop-pop that pus*y, for me baby (For me baby)
We smokin' blunts but I'm sponsored by rolling papers (Down to roll)
Me and Dirty in the coupe, but we got b*tches too (We got b*tches too)
Then we bring them to the stu' and f*ck 'em in the booth (Oh yes, we do)
[?] on the way, I know he got it (I know he got it)
He prolly got like ten blunts in his pocket (I know he do)
We always smokin', who gon' stop us
Now homie get to bubblin', New Orleans, b*tch we poppin'
Y'all better recognize, b*tch I'm stuntin' (b*tch I'm stuntin')
I ain't do all this singin' for nothin' (Oh no, I didn't)
Y'all like the police [?]
And if she want it I'ma give it to her, lil homie it's nothing
All these b*tches trippin' off all this money I'm gettin' (I'm gettin')
I spit it off the dome, I swear none of it's written (I swear)
All my homies buckin', West Bank b*tch we running (Yeah!)
Chillin' with Lil $crim, so you know I ain't worried about nothing (Woo! Woo! West Bank)
Yuh

[Hook: $CRIM]
b*tch so cute, boy I got that juice (Hoo!)
b*tch so cute, boy I got that juice (Work!)
b*tch so cute, boy I got that juice (Woop!)
b*tch so cute, boy I got that juice (Aah!)