Does it real good
Does it real good

Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today, I'm married and my wife don't play
If you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay
Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today, I'm married and my wife don't play
If you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay

Can it be my Rolls that pull all these hoes?
Or can it be my Cadillac wit 20-inch Vogues?
Can it be my mansion in Memphis jacuzzi?
Or could it be my crib in Florida on the beach?
Can it be the ten million records that I sold?
Or can it be the first one that ever wnet gold?
Whatever it be like, y'all jaw cause I don't stop
Continuously to make a ho draws drop, yeah

I used to always wonder why my girls have fits
When I walk up out the mall, they be lookin' at me pissed
Maybe just because I ball, ridin' eight or nine whips
And my name is Juicy J and I ain't payin' no bitch
When I was broke as a joke, they didn't wanna get with me
'Til I bought a Maybach, now they all wanna lick me
With a Playboy mansion downtown in the city
And the hoes lined up like ninety centy pennies

Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today I'm married and my wife don't play
If ya want-if you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay
Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today, I'm married and my wife don't play
If you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay

I got the candy drippin stains off the Range when I'm switchin' lanes
I'm in the slab glass house swangin' grippin' grain
They tellin' me I'm the mane, stangin' licks to make a gain
Livin' life in the fast lane, gettin' money I can't complain
These boppers see me ridin', swangin' wanna taste the fame
But you gotta break that bread with me, baby, I'm married to the game
I fell in love with stackin' change, I'm addicted to countin' cash
I ain't worried bout naan ho, I ain't concerned wit naan ass
I'm 'bout that dollar get it right, I'm not out here lookin' for a wife
I'm out here on that top flight, on the grind all day and night
I'm a baller, I'm a pimp, I'm a thug, and I'm a hustler
If you want some of this love, then break bread, girl, you a customer

Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin' so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today, I'm married and my wife don't play
If you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay
Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin' so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog, painted lime green
To-to-today, I'm married and my wife don't play
If you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay

See she's a freak ho, let me tell you all about it
I met her in the Valley and the valley ain't Cali
She tried to act shy, but I knew she was 'bout it
Hotter than a summer day when it ain't cloudy
She say she want cheese, but that's no doubt it
She just another ho, I'mma hit then I'm out it
I'm just like Jody, out the back door, see
Hidin' my face cause her old man know me

Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today I'm married and my wife don't play
If ya want-if you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay
Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today, I'm married and my wife don't play
If you want-if you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay
Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today I'm married and my wife don't play
If ya want-if you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay
Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today, I'm married and my wife don't play
If you want-if you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay


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