I Got lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah, n*gga, you hear them motherf*ckin' rubies, man, you know what I'm sayin'? Hittin' up against each other, n*gga
Yeah, man, just bought a couple of houses right there, man
In Beverly Hills, n*gga
Yeah, we don't worry 'bout the past, man, we move forward, man
You know what I'm sayin'?
New money, new hoes, new bags (Boy)
You get it, you dig?

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
Hangin' with my dogs bloody red
Cat, meow, hell on these n*ggas, cats
I got racks, big racks, boy, your racks
Your racks lil' as hell, my racks look like a shoe-case
I got AK
'Ply the play (Pow, pow, pow), all day
I don't get no sleep
Molly got me geeked
AK-47, .223
And I got MP
I will shoot you straight up off your feet

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
f*ck around and run it up
All these rappers runnin' funny as f*ck
I be gettin' bigger bucks
All y'all n*ggas lame as f*ck
Y'all n*ggas ain't nothin' like us
n*gga wanna be us
Not part of the Bermuda, n*gga
None of y'all n*ggas some shooters, n*gga
We pull up and, n*gga, we do you, n*gga
Aim at medulla, n*gga
Knock that motherf*cker off, man down, yeah, Medusa, n*gga
Flexin', ballin', pus*y n*ggas
I would hate to be one of you broke ass n*ggas
Damn, you make me laugh
Walk around with lot of damn cash
Thirty thousand in my f*ckin' pants
Thirty make my f*ckin' pants sag
I know you mad, I am not
Pull up in that hellcat, poppin' shots
[Chorus: Young Nudy]
Hangin' with my dogs bloody red
Cat, meow, hell on these n*ggas, cats
I got racks, big racks, boy, your racks
Your racks lil' as hell, my racks look like a shoe-case
I got AK
'Ply the play (Pow, pow, pow), all day
I don't get no sleep
Molly got me geeked
AK-47, .223 (Mafia)
And I got MP
I will shoot you straight up off your feet

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Okay, it's Juice man, I'm off two Xans (Two Xans)
My blunt mixed with two strands (Two strands)
My cup worth 'bout two bands (Two bands)
n*gga, what you doin'? (Doin')
Coonin' and buffoonin', I got all these b*tches choosin'
I got basketball money, b*tch, and I ain't even hoopin'
And I got big racks on me
b*tch, I'm loaded
Rubber band business, can't fold it
b*tch, bust it open
Take a snap and post it
I'm in the Mulsanne, ho, smokin' dope
[Chorus: Young Nudy]
Hangin' with my dogs bloody red
Cat, meow, hell on these n*ggas, cats
I got racks, big racks, boy, your racks
Your racks lil' as hell, my racks look like a shoe-case
I got AK
'Ply the play (Pow, pow, pow), all day
I don't get no sleep
Molly got me geeked
AK-47, .223
And I got MP
I will shoot you straight up off your feet

[Outro]
(Boy)