Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Had S***, artist - Juvenile. Album song Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Never Had S*** |
That’s right, Cash Money done |
took over this shit, motherfuckers. |
(We got it, Juvy, and you (??)) |
Y’all don’t know how ta do it. |
I’ma |
show ya how to live (??). |
(#1 stunnas.) |
Peep this shit out, lil’one: |
(This is how the fuck we do it, boy) |
My pockets flooded with money like it been rainin’for months |
Put Jackie Chan outta business, tha way that I live stunt |
Man, I’ll spend fifty G’s on just a chair and a sofa |
Got tired of all that drivin', so I got me a chauffeur |
Gettin’head watchin’TV on tha block of Magnolia |
Give tha kids twenty dollars when I open my door |
My grill like marble floors, was workin’with four |
After we score, I laid there and got me six more |
Now my body needs ta be treated, I’m 'bout to get weak |
Full of that shit, gon’kill that man, he got me hungry and greedy |
They call my watch tha North Pole cuz it’s flooded with ice |
It’s a… bitch in tha day, a motherfucker at night |
If somebody get my jewelry they’ll be set for life |
Buy a house before tha wedding, and a ring for tha wife |
Money ain’t shit ta me because I’m young and I’m blessed |
I don’t.carry no cash, its credit cards or checks |
(Hook-4x) |
Actin’like a nigga that ain’t never had shit |
Lookin’through my bend, sayin', There’s some asses. |
Nigga, I stretched tha Rover, stopped playin’with these hoes |
Got a hundred on my left, fifty on tha wrist, ho Fuck, I be shinin’from tha clothes, cars, jewelry |
Got seven-year-old children wan grow up to be like me Niggas pullin’up, drivin’off tha showroom floor |
Got a mouth full of gold so I can boot these hoes |
Somebody asked me tha time, I just had ta look back |
Showed them tha baguettes on my watch and say how I could see that |
Got trillion cut earrings so I can blind these hoes |
I’m tha number-one stunna fuckin’rap-hoes (rap-hoes) |
Stun’n is a way of livin', ya fuckin’with my clique |
Try ta pay tha dealership that sell tha shit that don’t exist |
I got all my hoes ridin’Lexus coupe, two-door |
Put tha Cadillac up, it was movin’too slow |
We Cash Money stunnas — money long as tha street |
You wan’verify our cash, go ask First NBC, nigga |
(Hook-4x) |
Look, look |
Bitches… say I stunt too much |
It’s o… kay cuz I can back it up Know you gon'…let me… do what I do Rock my Rolie, ride drop-tops, too |
'Til tha day I die, I’m gon’shine |
Drive top-of-tha-line |
Pop bottles of wine |
Break bread with my clique of niggas… niggas |
Toss hoes, take naked pictures… pictures |
Rap, hustle, get paid, nigga… nigga |
Try not to get a big head, nigga… nigga |
Look, you like my watch, ha You like my ring, ha You like tha way it look and how it *bling*bling*, ha I got so many karats, I could feed ten rabbits |
Got so much ice, cool me down when I wear it Every nigga in my clique… bubble and glide |
Every nigga in my clique sittin’low and high |
(Hook-4x) |