Money On The Couch - Juvenile
Artist : “Juvenile”
Song title : “Money On The Couch”
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first verse
I went through with the plan
Now the man sendin me grams
My coke organization still infestin the land
No joke
Built my mama an estate in the bahamas
Crops of marijuana protected by big timers
Hand
full of ice
Its gangstas paradise
Expensive merchandise
I had to sacrifice for the glamourous life
Don p for breakfast
Benz
Stretches
And lexus
Distribution of coke from louisiana to texas
Some fabricated
But fascinated by the way that i made it
Now my name is implicated with the greatest
Wearin the latest
Leather fatigues and bbh
Brand new mercedes
Parked in front of my new estate
Twelve o clock we gave him
Caviar
Is what we ate
Party with killas
Paraphrenalia full of projects
Dope snorters or prospects
The rob your shop necks
But i gets pissed and send hits
Dont fuck with my shit
Wig split
The heel
Whoever he roll with
Admit it
You did it
Tongue too tied?well say somethin
Nines bustin
Bringin your platoon to destruction
Continue to hustlin
Givin up nothin where the dope at?
Crackers can get the bauds at
Because im pro black
Think im a foreigner
He wasnt holdin up his side of his deal
Alien gotta be killed
Sent to the coroner
Im sure he would have gone before the judge
With somethin concrete
To send me
Cuz
He was holdin a grudge
fuckin over a thug
Told my bitch i want him dead
Bring me his head
fill him with lead
Heard what i said?dont betray me
Ill put you on the streets and make you weak
With carrots and stones up onfingers and your teeth
And built you a home next to the beach
And luxury cars we creep
Heres the nine
I dont have time
Make it discreet
Chorus
Money on the couch
Nigga
Gimme everything
Ill pay your house
Nigga
Shutcha mouth
Nigga
Put the money on the couch
Nigga
Gimme everything
Ill pay your house
Nigga
Shutcha mouth
Nigga
Put the money on the couch shutcha mouth
Nigga
Second verse
I know that my cousin lil kerzaw
He sold up outta his backyard
And sold up shit
from the seventeen all the way up to the ninth ward
You know he rolls up in the caddy
Its about that time to go roasts and vogue
Ima go on the passenger side
fuckin 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 kneefit
So i can go out to the freaknik
Shit
Im the lyrical genius
Drop down on your knees to the penis
The nigga be talkin the shit about my family
But i never did seen it
Im larger than large
If you came home with two heroin charges
And i still got somethin stashed in the garages
Yall is petty
Its gone take two to fill my stamina
When i pass the camera
flash
fuck the amateurs
Ya better be top notch
Or ima cock my rhyme glock
To wound ya
And paint your death with my autograph on your tumor
Chorus
Third verse
Im straight from the ghetto
The mac they make the foes shake
Then i left that spot and i went to the t
Where the triflin hoes play
They comin to me and
They blowin that funky fire
Im grabbin a beer and
Them blunts be gettin me higher
Due to my clique i walked to the front door
Hope it aint them po-pos
I looked through the blinds
It went through my mind
"what i have to run for?"
Nobody would want to test me
Especially comin to arrest me
Old body and soul
Its a must i leave you cold
Keep it chilly chilly
When im jigglin jigglin money
Some niggas say okay
But you can say no way
Im drinkin for honey
If i wouldnt 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 feet
Up outta the weed
The capital "c"
I do it for weed
And even a "g" for slangin them kis
Im puttin in it your face
Juvenile lookin for a bitch now
Dont have no time for no foreplay
Im simply gonna lay this dick down
Niggas be comin with dope lines
Gimme the chance ima flow mine
Im tearin this bitch up in no time
No fuckin ya up cuz you know im
funky like a club thats filled up with fat men fartin
And never a bad thought in my mind
Cuz im steadily plottin
Chorus