เนื้อเพลง I Got The Juice - Meek Mill

Rather eat crumbs with bums 'fore I split my steak with you snake ass n*ggas
I rather stay down with my day ones 'fore I come around you fake ass n*ggas
I rather have a broke real b*tch 'fore I ever deal with y'all fake ass b*tches
And I ain't with the flooding on the 'gram I don't really f*ck with you, don't take my picture n*gga
Posted on the corner with a 40 on my hip, Godzilla
We was getting to it when they hit my n*gga Dean, that's when sh*t got realer
I was on the Southside really outside got guns got killers
Started from the bottom of the bottom now its bottles popping in the sky villa
Catch a body, be a body
I'm from where you couldn't talk you ain't be about it
I ain't really with the talkin', let's be G about it
When we catch you n*ggas slipping we gon' see about it
And these n*ggas get to talking like they know me
Finna turn me to the old me
Should've listened to my momma when she told me
Now these b*tches throwing p*ssy cause they owe me

I Got The Juice, n*gga I got the juice
N*gga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe
When I hop out the coupe
Real n*ggas I'mma salute
Cause I got the juice, I got the juice
N*gga I got the juice, she popping p*ssy
Like I'm Uncle Luke
Cause I got the juice

Counting million dollars gon' f*ck something
Put an eight up in my Phantom I don't want none
N*gga looking I don't tuck nothing
My n*gga Ernie got thirty trying to slump something
I'm in the car ass only and the truck coming
Yeah, patna, come dump somethin'
Bust them up we don't tuck nothing
Take a bird to the table we don't front nothing
I'm a north n*gga at the end of the day
Gun b*tt a n*gga with the end of the K
Kick you in your ass and send you away
Don't come around here like your n*ggas are safe
Cause all my hittas going bllllrrrt stick 'em
F*ck if you with 'em
Its money and murder if you f*ck with my n*ggas
You come to my city I f*cked all them b*tches
I f*cked all them b*tches cause

I got the juice, n*gga I got the juice
N*gga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe
When I hop out the coupe
Real n*ggas I'mma salute
Cause I got the juice, I got the juice
N*gga I got the juice, she popping p*ssy
Like I'm Uncle Luke
Cause I got the juice

All she ever wanted was a trap n*gga
Every time you ever saw me I was strapped n*gga
Getting blunted in the back n*gga
No this ain't a 550, this a Bach, n*gga
N*gga prolly spend you car money on your act n*gga
Couple band 5 racks n*gga
You caught beefing where you at n*gga
You caught beefing when we clap n*ggas

I got the juice, n*gga I got the juice
N*gga I got the juice when I hop out the coupe
Load up the chopper screaming R.I.P. Snupe
Bout to pop out the roof cause I got the juice