Just Juice - WHISTLE

(Beeline to the money, that's...)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Just Juice)
Beeline to whatever I want, that's me time
I remember not having nothing
Love for me decide how far you climb
Bitch, I do not do half the stepping
Bags on heads (Blow!)
Better than red in the Maybach catching victims
Got it lit off passion
Did it in a fashion
They gon' have to respect it
Where the pussy?
I'm starving
She lying like she don't do this often
Where the money?
I'm all in
Run up the bag
Won't catch no losses
Shorty eagle spread bald
Shit, I don't mind a little pubic flossing
I make that kitty cat whistle like
(Whistle, whistle, whistle)
I got it
Close your eyes and count to ten
Then tell me what you're visualizing
I can buy your dream in less than that
That's if I want to
Trophy wife, I'm tryna flaunt you
But dollar signs is what you're blind to
Lil' bro think he's popping
Yet he ain't recouped since the last time he borrowed
I don't hold grudges
I check a box next to your name and watch you
Might wait 'til you find love
Then go fuck dame knowing me done brought you
I don't chase problems
Sometimes, being a man means that you got to
Show the world why they should rather fuck themselves
Than try to fuck you
Beeline to whatever I want, that's me time
I remember not having nothing
Love for me decide how far you climb
Bitch, I do not do half the stepping
Bags on heads (Blow!)
Better than red in the Maybach catching victims
Got it lit off passion
Did it in a fashion
They gon' have to respect it
Where the pussy?
I'm starving
She lying like she don't do this often
Where the money?
I'm all in
Run up the bag
Won't catch no losses
Shorty eagle spread bald
Shit, I don't mind a little pubic flossing
I make that kitty cat whistle like
(Whistle, whistle, whistle)
I got it
I talk sick when I'm talking toxic
Like I'm off my fucking rocker
Shorty say my cock's sick
When I bang that bitch like Sock'em Bopper
Rather train my blood to claim the world the way they choose with honor
These hoes could use their father
Think I'd refuse a daughter
Hit the club for backend
Then I bring a thot back and I hit it from the back end
It's hard to love me
Can't show love to none
My heart's a has-been
Thinking back like, "How'd this happen?"
Battery-packed this bitch, she dancing
Addicted to pussy like a butt crack-head
Call me her daddy then get abandoned
Beeline to whatever I want, that's me time
I remember not having nothing
Love for me decide how far you climb
Bitch, I do not do half the stepping
Bags on heads (Blow!)
Better than red in the Maybach catching victims
Got it lit off passion
Did it in a fashion
They gon' have to respect it
Where the pussy?
I'm starving
She lying like she don't do this often
Where the money?
I'm all in
Run up the bag
Won't catch no losses
Shorty eagle spread bald
Shit, I don't mind a little pubic flossing
I make that kitty cat whistle like
(Whistle, whistle, whistle)
I got it

Written by:
Justin Aria Mojahed

Publisher:
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