Maybe It's The Juice

[Intro] Shhh… don't say nothing I know you broke, be quiet Big money talkin' (burr) Count up R.I.P Double Dee Brick Squad Go! No breathing No ? either mane Don't hit my line if you ain't gon' buy something [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] All that gold in your mouth, boy you thugged out I'm not a maid, but I clean out the gambling house She said, "Gucci, out, take it out, ouch ouch" Rich nigga beat your back out on Versace couches Got my sleeves on, got my top off Her nails ain't pressed on, her hair ain't snatching out They say I'm tacky yellow, white jewelry mismatching now Money bulgin' out my Diesel khakis, yeah, it's bulgin' out Miss lady say she know me I'm ballin' like Ginobili She say I fucked her in east LA, man that's just what she told me She suck me till my toes curl, I asked her "Whatcha owe me" Said "Wop don't owe her nothing man, but beat it like I stole it" Sitting at the Floyd fight, Golden Boy Promotions Said you signed to Def for what? Man I put that on my Rolly Got them black All Stars on me, like a OG Had a black Bentley, now it's red on Forgi’s [Hook: Gucci Mane] Maybe it's the juice Maybe it's the juice She want to get loose, so I let her drink the juice Double deuce, double cup, pour a fo' or two Sliding in the coupe, half a pint in my apple juice [Verse 2] My first gun was a double deuce Who got the juice? Who got the Juice? I'll throw you off the roof I'm Gucci Lion rastafari, and I fuck with Snoop Im Uncle Gucci, K.O.D. got hoes like Uncle Luke You in a weak crew nigga making checkers moves Chess moves, Tim Duncan, nigga vet moves So many snakes in the grass, bought a mongoose I camouflaged my Foamposites like some jungle It's Gucci [Hook]