Letra de Suicide Doors - Juicy J

(Feat. Cordae)

Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up

Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up

Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up

Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up

Get a bag before you beef

You need money for a war

Out the trenches from the streets

Now I'm listed in the Forbes

Tuck the Glock inside my Louis

Tuck the SIG in my Dior

Yeah, they pay attention now

'Cause I'm too rich to get ignored

I'm that nigga from the north

I've been pimpin' since the fort

What's the plug without the socket?

I'm connected like the cord

Let's get wealthy, fuck these whores

Cashin' checks but I want more

Whip the Ghost, you think it's haunted with the suicide doors

I'm the man, turned a four Sedan to a clan

Understand you can't make a profit 'til you make a plan

Ain't no deals, I got all these bills, ain't no time to chill

You a leech? I'm just tryna eat, I make Happy Meals

From the block, I was stampin' blocks, you was punchin' clocks

Hit or miss, you was tryna diss, I was buyin' stocks

Look at us, use the city bus, now, it's private planes

Bouncin' back, took a lotta L's, that's part of the game

Keep it coming, let's go get this money, don't be chasin' fame

If you broke and you not out here grindin', how you gon' complain?

Hunnid mill' for a rainy day, I can stand the rain

I encourage you keep hustlin' until you can say the same

Get a bag before you beef

You need money for a war

Out the trenches from the streets

Now I'm listed in the Forbes

Tuck the Glock inside my Louis

Tuck the SIG in my Dior

Yeah, they pay attention now

'Cause I'm too rich to get ignored

I'm that nigga from the north

I've been pimpin' since the fort

What's the plug without the socket?

I'm connected like the cord

Let's get wealthy, fuck these whores

Cashin' checks but I want more

Whip the Ghost, you think it's haunted with the suicide doors

Lamborghini suicide door make me feel alive

This bitch I'm with so bad

If looks could kill, she'd cause a genocide

I remember I used to wanna be rich 'fore twenty-five

Now I'm twenty-five, made a million about twenty times

And I pay my tax, no cap, they take 'bout half of that

But when you get the bag, flip that shit just like an acrobat

Hustlin' university, nigga, I could teach a masterclass

Best believe I keep them M's with me like I'm on Aftermath

Now, I'm countin' Benjies, never stingy with the dough, cheese

Courtside tickets but have vision in the nosebleeds

Juicy J come with Negro spirituals and poetry

Woke up like "Fuck the whole world" but that's the ho in me

Genie in a bottle, damn I wish a nigga would

Smokin' and I'm sippin', shit, a nigga feelin' good

Some say we young and dumb but we misunderstood

We tryna get this money, gotta get up out the hood

Get a bag before you beef

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