Juicy J - Whole Thang (ft. Wiz Khalifa) [Lyrics/Paroles]

Juicy J - Whole Thang (ft. Wiz Khalifa)

Whole Thang Lyrics / Paroles

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

My palace is tall as scrapers cause all this paper

So much green these solid acres can call it neighbors

I'm copping two of everything like Noah's Ark

I'm copping two of everything cuz I'm going hard

Spending money with no regards, pulling up with my top back

Can't find the shit that I want no more, don't have a need cuz I got that

These niggas talking millions dog but they don't see them often

I'm fresh to death, I killed the club, my section needs some coffins

My hotel we going after this club close

My hotel, you get high if you come close

Rolling that weed up and Mike Will work that beat up

Getting drunk, getting stoned, if ya want you can meet us

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

No talk, no discussion

Pull up to the club, 911 now that's stunting

And I ball so hard, I should play the whole game

Want the power and respect get a check, spend the whole thang

Spend the whole thang

We ain't smoking on no half, smoke the whole thang

Pull up to the club, 911 now that's stunting

Won the power of respect, get the cheque, spend the whole thang

[Verse 2: Juicy J]

Spend it, hol' up, spend it, spend it, spend it, hol' up, hol' up, spend it

Spend it, spend it, spend it, spinach louder than an engine

Take a cruise to Costa Rica, with my chica, let's go fishing, hol' up

50 on Venus, and Serena don't watch tennis, hol' up

That's the business, half naked models twerking in my kitchen

Fixing dinner, dinner and I'm finna, finna jump up in her

Bout the time, the time she finish sweatin, she gon' be, she gon' be thinner

Whats her, whats her name, name I don't remember, remember

Fuck it, it don't really matter, no way

We ain't got much to say, in her mouth like Colgate

Ho I'm repping Taylor Gang, bitch I smell like money

Plus marijuana, peep the aroma


[Verse 3: Juicy J]

Damn it I'm stunting, bitch I got money

Car ain't got no key, I just press the button

Juicy the name, all these hoes love me

My bitch got plenty ass, and got no stomach

Feed the bitch dick, she say I taste yummy

Bitch call me broke, she just being funny

So much cash can't fit in my trunk

I'm rich I can have any bitch that I want

These haters got Three 6 all in the Ipod

Flood out the club bitch you gone need a lifeguard

Brand new Bugatti, 280 on the dash

In the strip club break bandz on that ass

All you broke niggas put your pockets in the cash

Throwing us a hunnid, broke bitch take a cab

Ain't getting money my nigga that's sad

Jack boy run up on me, I'm gonna blast

I got more game than EA Sports

Getting money all to be a sport

Disappear me and yo bitch in the back seat of my 4 on 4 Porsche

Dressed like I'm stepping in a photo shoot

You niggas all squared like a photo booth

Show y'all niggas how to get this bread

Cuz some of y'all niggas ain't got no clue


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