From Tha Block lyrics

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
I done got in the mood, that liquor kickin' in
And all these average ass b*tches lookin’ different
The n*ggas workin' the door let all the chickens in
A ho I know from the hood in here with her stripper friends
And I got money, I could trick a b*tch
And I don't give a motherf*ck if she a six or ten
f*ckin’ with my dough is when it's time to kill
I wreck sh*t like an alcoholic behind the wheel
Made a lot of deals, paid a lot of bills
You said a lot of fake, I said a lot of real
You got a lot of gimmicks, not a lot of skill
n*gga, this a Bentley coupe, this not a Bonneville
And you can smell the weed comin' out my folicles
I'm some "My, my, my" sh*t, Johnny Gill
I keep my b*tch rockin' designer heels
I'ma kill all that kill, killer, so ride a wheel

[Chorus: Juvenile]
Took it from the block, now I'm on the yacht
Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps
I’m tryna leave that liquor ’lone but I can barely stop
My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock
I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy
I'm ’bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out
Guaranteed money, b*tch, I ain't 'bout to be franchised
The bad guy, got them killers on standby
[Verse 2: Birdman]
One face, put 'em in a race
Lay them down for my rounds, never caught the case
Briefcase, hundred G’s, different states
No lace, keep a K when I'm 'round my way
Big day, big pay, n*gga quick to spray
Another way how we did it, n*gga, back a day
Hustle ways, n*gga did it in the hallway
Big paper, fast lane with the foreign frame

[Chorus: Juvenile]
Took it from the block, now I'm on the yacht
Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps
I'm tryna leave that liquor 'lone but I can barely stop
My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock
I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy
I'm 'bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out
Guaranteed money, b*tch, I ain't 'bout to be franchised
The bad guy, got them killers on standby

[Verse 3: Juvenile & Birdman]
I got a pocket full of dead folks
Ridin' in the yellow Ferrari, lookin' like eggyolks
Matchin' jewelry and cars, and all that sh*t paid for
The only thing goin' backwards here is the Wraith doors, huh?
The High Life that we paid for
Bentley with them customs and we laid low
Bad b*tch with some old soul
We hit 'em up 'bout this cash flow
You lil' n*ggas better take notes
'Cause when your money up and these b*tches know it, they way more
'Cause sh*t we took it from the project to the lakeshores
You know she f*ckin', n*gga, tell her keep her legs closed
Uh, we went from platinum to a hundred shows
A hundred G's with a hundred floors
Rags to richs with the marble floor
And the Bentley with that calico
[Chorus: Juvenile]
Took it from the block, now I'm on the yacht
Cartier shades on, lookin' at the opps
I'm tryna leave that liquor 'lone but I can barely stop
My lawyer always on the case, he like Matlock
I got a reputation, menace or the fast guy
I'm 'bout to cash out and smoke until I pass out
Guaranteed money, b*tch, I ain't 'bout to be franchised
The bad guy, got them killers on standby