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Some information about Money on The Couch Lyrics Title: Juvenile - Money on The Couch lyrics Artist: Juvenile Album: Solja Rags Visitors: 2 visitors have visited Money on The Couch Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. First Verse: I went through with the plannow the man sendin me grams My coke organization still infestin the land No jokebuilt my Mama an estate in the Bahamas Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers Handfull of iceit s gangsta s paradise Expensive merchandiseI had to sacrifice for the glamourous life Don P. for breakfastBenzstretchesand Lexus Distribution of coke from Louisiana to Texas Some fabricatedbut fascinated by the way that I made it Now my name is implicated with the greatest Wearin the latestleather fatigues and B.B.H. Brand new Mercedesparked in front of my new estate Twelve o clock we gave himcaviaris what we ate Party with killasparaphrenalia full of projects Dope snorters or prospectsthe rob your shop necks But I gets pissed and send hitsdon t fuck with my shit Wig splitthe heelwhoever he roll with Admit ityou did ittongue too tied? Well say somethin Nine s bustin bringin your platoon to destruction Continue to hustlin givin up nothin where the dope at? Crackers can get the Bauds atbecause I m pro Black Think I m a foreignerhe wasn t holdin up his side of his deal Alien gotta be killedsent to the coroner I m sure he would have gone before the judge With somethin concreteto send mecuz He was holdin a grudgefuckin over a thug Told my bitch I want him dead Bring me his headfill him with lead Heard what I said? Don t betray me I ll put you on the streets and make you weak With carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth And built you a home next to the beach And luxury cars we creep Here s the nineI don t have timemake it discreet Chorus: Money on the couchnigga Gimme everythingI ll pay your housenigga Shut cha mouthnigga Put the money on the couchnigga Gimme everythingI ll pay your housenigga Shut cha mouthnigga Put the money on the couch shut cha mouthnigga Second Verse: I know that my cousin Lil Kerzaw He sold up outta his backyard And sold up shitfrom the seventeen all the way up to the Ninth Ward You know he rolls up in the caddy It s about that time to go roasts and vogue I ma go on the passenger sidefuckin with every last hoe Nigga Russ was up in that car shop Ready to get all the seats fixed Let me go scope me a kneefitso I can go out to the Freaknik ShitI m the lyrical genius Drop down on your knees to the penis The nigga be talkin the shit about my familybut I never did seen it I m larger than largeif you came home with two heroin charges And I still got somethin stashed in the garages Y all is pettyit s gone take two to fill my stamina When I pass the cameraflashfuck the amateurs Ya better be top notchor I ma cock my rhyme glock To wound yaand paint your death with my autograph on your tumor Chorus Third Verse: I m straight from the ghettothe Mac they make the foes shake Then I left that spot and I went to the Twhere the triflin hoes play They comin to me andthey blowin that funky fire I m grabbin a beer andthem blunts be gettin me higher Due to my clique I walked to the front door Hope it ain t them po-po s I looked through the blindsit went through my mind "What I have to run for?" Nobody would want to test me Especially comin to arrest me Old body and soulit s a must I leave you cold Keep it chilly chillywhen I m jigglin jigglin money Some niggas say okaybut you can say no way I m drinkin for honey If I wouldn t be kickin these rhymes so funky You and your crew would never have bought my shit like junkies A part of a "ki" is all that I need To get on my feetup outta the weed The capital "C"I do it for weedand even a "G" for slangin them kis I m puttin in it your faceJuvenile lookin for a bitch now Don t have no time for no foreplayI m simply gonna lay this dick down Niggas be comin with dope lines Gimme the chance I ma flow mine I m tearin this bitch up in no time No fuckin ya up cuz you know I m Funky like a club that s filled up with fat men fartin And never a bad thought in my mindcuz I m steadily plottin Chorus Hottest songs from Juvenile : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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