911 Singer
And a wise man once told me, sometimes the juice ain't worth the squeeze
Yeah stock engine but its still faster than yours though
Yeah natty aspirated engine might put a turbo
Oh, turbo twins is identical, not paternal
Oh, ship my car outta state cuz I ain't wanna Turo
Oh, we can go back and forth but what is that gonna solve
If you ain't talkin' bout money then ima end the call
Hey, fourth quarter, yeah put me in, coach know I ball
Yeah, I'm leavin' here with a dub, not a L or a draw
Yeah, supercharger a Dodge boy it make a big difference
Yeah, she told you she's out with her friends, boy, now that bitch missin'
I ain't never went small, boy, I'm a big risker
Yeah, she said she only fuck a bosses baby well I'm big Mister
Yeah, need a table for a 4 reservation for a Michelin
Surrounded by bosses, socialites, and another businessmen
I been gettin' money, it ain't hard for me to fit right in
You gotta count all your blessings, some niggas never seen a win
Ask the jeweler what the reference number on this Rollie 36
I ain't really like the 41, it's too big on my wrist
Yeah, you gon' take some L's, bro, but it is what it is
Yeah, I seen niggas cut me out, so I guess business is biz
Porsche 911 Singer Turbo with the plaid seats
Yeah, with my niggas in Le Mans racing like a track meet
Yeah, wish they would've heard me out when I told them bout my vision
Niggas coulda got this money, but they didn't wanna listen
Yeah, I ain't never lookin' back, so I had to burn some bridges
Yeah, coach put me in the game, cause I put up double digits
The interior the same color as lobster cheddar bay biscuits
I just might drop the top like a present on Christmas
Out the brunch, the mimosa flavor for hibiscus
You got a plan? well than pitch it. I keep some bands to my britches
I smoke some grams of the gushers, make sure the family comfy
The auto-pay hitting monthly
There's beauty when your down and out
And karmas something like a roundabout
I was lost, but I think I found it now
I admit my wrongs and what I'm proud about
I wish I knew the streets wasn't the only route
I wish your loyalty wasn't my only doubt
I'ma stack this bread and make a money montain
Yeah, I probably made a million, but I wasn't countin'
We'd probably be together if I wasn't wildin'
Yeah, you was the right person, just the wrong timin'
Audi at the circuit, tryna beat my timing
Tesla chauffeur, you just gotta type in
I like my juice fresh, squeeze it when its ripest
Yeah, I try my best, I know that brownie's watchin'
Polo Ralph sweats, with hundreds in my pocket
Niggas talkin' on the net, but what about your profit
Yeah, I had to leave my steps, I couldn't be boxed in
Valet pulled me up the Vette, a pretty bitch had done
I ain't tryin' to impress, it's what I want as a kid
Take a walk up on the beach and you can point at the crib
A wise man once said
Sometimes the juice just ain't worth the squeeze