B*t*h
Why should I give a f**k?
Why should I give a f**k?
Woke up this morning, took a look at my paper, I’m proud of myself
Look how far I’ve done made it, look how much you done fell: facts
Look at my account, you can call my accountant yourself, wealth
Forgot to pay the mortgage, million dollars sittin’ on the shelf, well
I did this for Memphis, don’t mean you can do it as well, hell
I’ve been through the struggle, I seen every level, no n***a can touch me
My juice is Egyptian, the pharaoh don’t like bein’ bothered, and touched by the b*t*hes who ugly
My d**k got an ego, your pu**y better fit a f**kin’ kilo
Spent, 20 racks in the shower, my soap worth more than your album
37 hundred dollar dinner, let the waiter write his own tip, n***a I’m livin’
Your wife on the Instagram lookin’ for me, your ring on her finger
She twerkin’, she suckin’, she f**kin’ for help
Don’t look at me like you would look any n***a, look at yourself
B*t*h rollin’ up on camera, get lit
50 thousand ounces with the best weed, get lit
N***as in the club actin’ like they know me, they ain’t it
When I plug in this whole sh*t, get lit
Why should I give a f**k?
Why should I give a f**k? You n***as trash
Why should I give a f**k?
Why should I give a f**k? B*t*h, I’m the man
Why should I give a f**k?
Why should I give a f**k? You n***as trash
Why should I give a f**k?
Why should I give a f**k? B*t*h, I’m the man
Shawty mention any rapper she dated, b*t*h I’ll call them n***as, run a train on you
N***a we made it, b*t*h you related to ratchet, your pu**y eat Now & Laters
I be on these flights, and I’m tired of waitin’, I just make this sh*t look easy
I do it in my sleep, I do it for the streets, I’m huntin’, I’m sheddin’
Plenty of blood, the sweat and the tears, paid dues, no receipts
Paid the cost to be the boss, just know Juicy ain’t cheap
F**k you, pay me, more money, more problems
N***a tried to sue me for ’bout a hundred K, told the n***a, “Whatever!”
I calculated what I got in my account, n***a I dare yah
Took my n***as to dinner, the money never divorce
Sometimes they gotta go, if they ain’t lightin’ the torch
My girl wanna settle down, I work too hard for this sh*t
I don’t give a f**k about feelings, I’m rich
B*t*h rollin’ up on camera, get lit
50 thousand ounces with the best weed, get lit
N***as in the club actin’ like they know me, they ain’t it
When I plug in this whole sh*t, get lit
Why should I give a f**k?
Why should I give a f**k? You n***as trash
Why should I give a f**k?
Why should I give a f**k? B*t*h I’m the man
Why should I give a f**k?
Why should I give a f**k? You n***as trash
Why should I give a f**k?
Why should I give a f**k? B*t*h I’m the man
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Juicy J Lyrics – Trash