Juggin Dat Pack (Remix) lyrics

[Pre-Hook A: MoneyatMidnight]
Juggin' dat pack from Nash, down to Mexico (jugg)
n*gga got a problem, Imma call up Pablo (brrp, brrp)
n*ggas light up, but they don't want no smoke (naw)
Gotta get the money so you know what we doin'
(you know what we doin')
Passin' out shots like it was flu season (ooh)
You always talkin' sh*t, I'm like n*gga what you mean? (whaa?)
My name is MAM, don't touch me or I'm suing! (nope)
Jose, Pablo, tell 'em what we doin' (yeah)

[Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
n*gga jugging that pack, (what you gone do?)
Yea, Jugging that pack (jugg, jugg)
We jugging that pack (what you gone do?)
Yeah, we jugging that pack, (everyday n*gga we...)
Yeah, we jugging that pack, (yea n*gga!)
Jugging that pack...,
n*gga, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah
Jugging that pack, yeah

[Verse 1: MoneyatMidnight]
Juggin' that pack I feel like Makonnen
Pull up right now, n*gga you know that you owe me
And I ain't playing 'bout the payment
Sippin' lemonade when I walk in and I slay
Made 20 last night spend 10 today
Pay rolling in everything is ok
Ordered a new jag, that b*tch bad
Got finessed a hoe, n*gga you went out sad
...Ballin like hoop (hoop,)
Pull up in the coupe and I shoot
Juggin' that pack we all across the map
Sprinter bus rollin, 30 what I'm totin'
...Thousands and thousands
Keep on stackin it up, stack it up like a mountain
Me, Jose, & Pablo, the money go where we go
Juggin that pack on the low, hoe
[Pre-Hook: MoneyatMidnight]
Juggin' dat pack from Nash, down to Mexico (jugg)
n*gga got a problem, Imma call up Pablo (brrp, brrp)
n*ggas light up, but they don't want no smoke (naw)
Gotta get the money so you know what we doin'
(you know what we doin')
Passin' out shots like it was flu season (ooh)
You always talkin' sh*t, I'm like n*gga what you mean? (whaa?)
My name is MAM, don't touch me or I'm suing! (nope)
Jose, Pablo, tell 'em what we doin' (yeah)

[Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
n*gga jugging that pack, (what you gone do?)
Yea, Jugging that pack (jugg, jugg)
We jugging that pack (what you gone do?)
Yeah, we jugging that pack, (everyday n*gga we...)
Yeah, we jugging that pack, (yea n*gga!)
Jugging that pack...,
n*gga, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah
Jugging that pack, yeah


[Verse 2: Jose Guapo]
Jugging that pack
Don't call me unless you want 10 or better
I'm tryna go ice out my bezel
I want a foreign that come with three pedals
I'ma Designer my sh*t, not the leather
Birds of a feather, yeah, they flock together
So I'm with my n*ggas forever
And all of my n*ggas, we rich forever!
I wanna pull up in 'Bachs
And I wanna hop out the back
You wanna pull up for the pack?
You gotta pull up in the back
Trap house doing jumping jacks
Percocets make a n*gga scratch
Burglar bar door with the hatch
Five n*ggas and ten straps
[Pre-Hook B: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Riding in the lowkey with the tint
n*gga cooking up dope, better open the vents
Don't make money, then it don't make sense!
Got a new pair of Tom Fords like I'm Clark Kent!
12 coming, we got a hole in the fence
Gotta make me a bankroll with nothing but lint
Now I'm flooding the trap, better call Flint
Got dog food same color, thin mint, n*gga

[Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
n*gga jugging that pack, (what you gone do?)
Yea, Jugging that pack (jugg, jugg)
We jugging that pack (what you gone do?)
Yeah, we jugging that pack, (everyday n*gga we...)
Yeah, we jugging that pack, (yea n*gga!)
Jugging that pack...,
n*gga, we jugging that pack, yeah, yeah
Jugging that pack, yeah