Double Cup lyrics
by Juicy J
[Hook: Juicy J & (Yung Berg)]
(What you talkin' 'bout money?) money b*tch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) yeah, they goin'
What about me? b*tch, I'm rollin'
(I've got my) double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Double cup with my logo, 36 of that coco
Yeah, the product's good, you know the number's right
And if you've got to check, then it's a no-go
All this snow, I've been a snow man
Always blowin' strong, talkin' Conan
f*ck who lied to ya, can you believe this sh*t?
f*ck both of y'all, I fear no man
My top quit and that trippy, seats tan, Rice Crispy
Got a wooden handle and a shoulder strap
Fits in your trunk, it hold 50
Too many chains, that look crook
Pyrex and water would best cook
See my lil' homie with me he hold me down
He gon' take the shot just like Westbrook
"Who he think he is?" I said VP
Vice President Young, you've got to see me
n*gga f*ck around won't get an album date
I'll have 'em drop your ass on GP
Now I'm f*cked up and that's f*cked up
Your b*tch on me now, tough luck
I don't do the lean, don't f*ck with molly
And that's grown sh*t in that white cup
We talkin' bout...
[Hook: Juicy J & (Yung Berg)]
(What you talkin' 'bout money?) money b*tch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) yeah, they goin'
What about me? b*tch, I'm rollin'
(I've got my) double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Double cup with my top down, .40 cal', couple GLOCK rounds
Handcuffed your chick, that b*tch on 24-hour lockdown
And rappers got these stale flows, front hard like steel toes
The man behind that voice is gay as f*ck, y'all n*ggas Elmos
Been twelve years, I still shine, money long, I still grind
Used to be a thousandaire, but I had to eat - it's meal time
Then after that it's bill time, we f*ck hoes to kill time
Your plane got them delays, we on my jet, n*gga, in real time
And all up on that WiFi, sippin' on them Mai Tais
Infamous just passed the weed and gave the pilot a high-five
Meanwhile, y'all broke down, can't even hold your post down
Everywhere we go is poppin'
Everywhere you go's a f*ckin' ghost town!
[Hook: Juicy J & (Yung Berg)]
(What you talkin' 'bout money?) money b*tch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) yeah, they goin'
What about me? b*tch, I'm rollin'
(I've got my) double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Gettin' money, that's every day, candy paint on my Chevrolet
Rollin' up that A+, 'bout to pour up to meditate
A n*gga so high, might levitate, one life to live, let's celebrate
Came a long way from sellin' yay'
Now it's a 100K that should touch the stage
"Bandz A Make Her Dance" #1 on the Billboard
I can't complain, I've got a lifestyle that most y'all n*ggas'd kill for
I'm on the grind chasin' real dough, still kick sh*t like a steel toe
Codeine got me movin' slow
I've got too much money for a bill fold
Pimp-type n*gga, I'm a Memphis n*gga
In a ho mouth like dentures, n*gga
All I talk is big money, anything else is senseless, n*gga
Smoke some more, I'ma sip some more
I'ma f*ck your b*tch 'til she pigeon-toed
In the Rolls Royce gettin' chauffeured
With the blinds closed, gettin' blowed
[Verse 4: Game]
Aye yo, Inf', I just came through in that Rolls Royce
Levis, Margielas, ask about me, I'm the hoes' choice
Tight eyes, gold cup, watch me lean in that soy sauce
If n*ggas sprayed up my Phantom, I'd walked away like that boy Ross
Murciélago with the doors off, hit the club straight throwed off
Popped a molly then rode off
She had her clothes off before we drove off
Woo, My n*gga, her head game, I'mma tell you 'bout it
But "woo!" my n*gga, had ten racks, she sucked me out of it
I need more mollies, I need more drinks
She wonder why her friend can't get up on the couch with us
That ho stink
Bugatti, rose paint, I ball hard cause D. Rose can't
Got a 100 bottles comin' to my table, f*ck you hoes think?
[Hook: Juicy J & (Yung Berg)]
(What you talkin' 'bout money?) money b*tch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) yeah, they goin'
What about me? b*tch, I'm rollin'
(I've got my) double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down