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(Sick Luke, Sick Luke) Juice, juice, El Jefe don't stop Juice, juice, El Jefe don't stop Juice, juice, El Jefe don't stop Juice, juice, El Jefe don't stop I got stacks, I got racks, I got paper, bitch I count up In a lake, swimmin' laps, Michael Phelps, smoke tree, Paul Bunyan I got this, I got that, but I won't let them take nothin' I am all facts, you're all cap I need that dirty pop like Justin (ah-haaaah) Bitch, it's NSYNC*, make 'em pay 10 racks for a 16 And I'm still makin' money when I switch lanes They think I'm playing game with 'em, not I ain't Liu Kang How come they just tryna steal my feng shui? I like bitches who like bitches both ways If they run up on me, make 'em dance like Soul Train I fuck the pussy, kitty singing Coldplay (Throw it up) I might watch the cash fall down (Throw it up) I might watch the cash fall down (Throw it up) I might watch the cash fall down Letras de canciones(Throw it up) I might watch the cash fall down Juice, juice, El Jefe don't stop Juice, juice, El Jefe don't stop Juice, juice, El Jefe don't stop Juice, juice, El Jefe don't stop Too much swag, I can't turn it off, No what? Please don't stop Who got gas? I forgot it's me, roll one up, burn it up I'm at Sachs, I might spend a check, lil bitch, I set it off This not glass, yeah, lil bitch, this water, yes I got it all Bitch I'm reckless, coulda bought a car, I bought a necklace (wow) Bitch I'm so fucking hot, I might be Texas And I never fucking sleep, bitch, I'm so restless I don't think I'll ever come to my senses From Letras Mania